Page 94 of Bratva Bride

“He what?”

“He-” Luca bit his lip, afraid to talk.

“Just spit it out,” I ordered, my patience snapping.

“He said we had to stay here. That we weren’t to leave the house.”

“Alright, works for me. You guys stay here, I’ll be back later.” I didn’t want guards anyway, so if they didn’t want to come with, it was better for me.

I walked back towards the door and the twins moved fast, Christian slamming his body against the door and Luca jumping in front of me, palms out.

“That’s not what Arturo meant.”

“Then what did he mean, Luca? Because surely, you’re not about to tell me that my husband has ordered you to keep me here?”

Luca bit his lip and glanced to the side, avoiding my eyes.

That motherfucker.

“He’s just worried about your safety,” Christian interjected. “He doesn’t want anything to happen to you.”

“So he plans to keep me locked up at home every time he leaves?”

Christian gulped. “I…uh, don’t know?”

I glared, wrapping my fingers around my gun and pulling it out again. “Let’s get something straight, you two. I don’t give a fuck what Arturo has told you. You try to stop me from leaving this house and I’ll put a bullet in your asses. Got it?”

Christian stuttered. “Illayana-”

I pushed the barrel under his chin, tilting his head up as I pulled back the hammer and cocked the gun. “Got. It?”

Fear flashed in his eyes. He nodded fast. “Gotcha.”

Adrian walked into the foyer, eyes on his phone. He glanced up, frowned, then sighed. “What now?”

I smiled brightly, holstering my weapon. “Nothing. We’re heading out for a bit. We’ll be back soon.”

“Alright. Give me a few minutes to get Lorenzo.”

“Nah, it’s all good. Don’t worry about it. I’ve got these guys. That’s enough.”

Adrian tucked his phone into his pocket and crossed his arms over his chest, his expression hard. “Illayana, what did your father say?”

“Depends what you’re referring to. He says a lot of shit,” I replied evasively.

His brows snapped together. “You know what I’m talking about, young lady.”

“Don’t ‘young lady’ me, Adrian. I’m not a kid anymore.”

“Sorry,malen’kly.Little one.You’ll always be a kid in my eyes. And we both know that if you leave this house withoutallof your bodyguards, you’ll find yourself in the ring with your father.”

I winced. Fuck. He was right. My father woulddefinitelypunish me for that. The last time I was in the ring with him, he broke my nose. I wasn’t keen on reliving that experience.

“Fiiiiine. We’ll meet you in the car. Keys?” I held out my hand and Adrian eyed me suspiciously. “I swear, I’ll wait. Cross my heart.”

“You better.” He reached into his pocket and pulled out his keys, dropping them in my hand. “Or I’ll kick your ass, too.”

Yeah, he probably would.

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