Page 36 of Bratva Bride

"Where to first, Illayana?" Adrian asked, his voice laced with his thick Russian accent. He manoeuvred the car with ease down the driveway and onto the road.

"We’ll go to The Grind first please Adrian, so we can get my stupid brother his donuts.”

He chuckled, his hands moving effortlessly over the steering wheel as we made our way to the city. "Didn't you just buy a pack of twenty-four esterday?" he asked Lukyan, glancing in the rear-view mirror.

"Yeah.Yesterday," Lukyan scoffed, rolling his eyes.

"Seriously, with all the crap you eat how are you not severely overweight?" I chuckled. The kid ate more than everyone in the house combined and it was mainly junk food.

Lukyan shrugged his shoulders, a smile on his face.

After twenty minutes, we pulled into the street The Grind was located on. As per usual, there was nowhere to park. Parking in Las Vegas was a total nightmare. We usually had to park a couple blocks away and walk, which I never minded.

Adrian managed to find a park only a block away. As soon as the car stopped, Lorenzo was out and opening my car door. I stepped out and smiled at him.

"You know you don't have to do that right? I can open my own door."

"I know, Miss Volkov," he replied.

Adrian walked in front of me, his big body shielding me from anything and everything, while Lorenzo stayed behind me. Lukyan was at my side, trying hard not to run ahead as we walked down the street.

The footpath up ahead was blocked, several workers milling around laying a new round of cement. Lukyan groaned, annoyed at the hold up. He looked left and signalled for us to follow him. He stepped into an alleyway littered with rubbish and garbage bins.

"We'll go around." Lukyan moved further into the alley, with me at his side and my guards behind me.

"Well, well, well. What do we have here?" A man stepped out from behind a dumpster, followed by four more men.

I instantly tensed, my hand moving to grip the knife at my waist. Why the fuck didn't I bring my gun? I'm usually always strapped.

Lukyan immediately stood taller, his big body looking every bit as lethal as I knew it was, his face laced with menace and hands moving to grasp the gun strapped to his chest holster.

I looked behind me to see another five men coming from where we just entered. They were the workers from the main street.

Fuck. It was an ambush.

Lorenzo and Adrian pulled their guns, taking aim at the five new arrivals, their backs pressing tightly to mine. Shit, this wasn't good. We were outnumbered.

All of them had masks on and were dressed in black pants and long black shirts. The only part of their bodies you could see where their eyes. The fuckers were even wearing gloves.

I tried to control my heartbeat and breathing, making sure to keep a level head. I watched Lukyan in my peripheral vision. His eyes were roaming all over the men in front of us, looking for weaknesses.

The man who spoke stepped ahead of the others, standing a few feet in front of me.

"Well, if it isn't the Russian whore," he spat. I could hear the faint traces of a Spanish accent under his words. The Los Zetas?

Lukyan tensed at my side and growled low in his throat, moving to stand in front of me protectively. I patted his chest, stopping him and he halted.

"Are you sure you want to do this?" I asked, calmly.

Even from where I stood, I could see the man's lips curve up into a smile underneath his mask.

I felt Lorenzo and Adrian at my back and a part of me was so fucking thankful that my father had pushed for me to have guards. Not that I’d ever admit it. I was stubborn like that.

The man's eyes stayed glued on me as he addressed his men. He spoke in Spanish, clearly assuming we couldn't understand. "Take the girl alive. Kill the rest."

My eyes flicked to Lukyan and he nodded slightly, signalling he heard and understood what was said. I wasn't sure if Adrian or Lorenzo could speak Spanish and I didn't want to risk that they couldn't. I kept my eyes on the man in front of me as I spoke.

"Sii pronto. Hanno sparato per uccidere gli ordini."Be ready. They have shoot to kill orders.I said to Lorenzo in Italian.

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