Page 107 of Bratva Bride

Gunfire echoed outside the door, followed quickly by screams of pain and cries for help.

“Did you really think my father wouldn’t get his guns back?” I laughed at his idiocy. “You really should have done your research before you fucked with us.”

Nero glanced nervously around the room. “My men will kill them all. The Bratva is no match for them.”

“Even you don’t really believe that.”

Nero pulled out a gun and aimed it right at my head. “What’s to stop me from killing you right here, right now, huh? Splattering your brains all over the goddamn walls?”

“Absolutely fucking nothing,” I shrugged. “But we both know if you do that, my father will make you regret it.” I tilted my head, Wanda Maximoff style. “I’m curious, could you handle years of torture, Nero? Because that’s what my father will do to you. He won’t kill you. He’ll keep you alive so he can make you suffer day after day after day. My brothers will get in on the fun, too. And then of course, there’s Arturo. Granted, I haven’t seen him in action yet, but based on what I know about him, I think he’d be just as creative in making you suffer as my father. Maybe even more so.”

His hand shook slightly and terror filled his eyes. The action made his men shuffle their feet, as if they wanted to bolt from the room and get as far away as they could. He was losing his men and their confidence in him.

“They’re gonna do that shit regardless.”

That was the worst thing for him to say. If his men hadn’t lost faith in him before, they sure as shit did now.

More gunfire rained inside the house, grunts and groans, screams and cries loud enough for all to hear. Almost all at once, Nero’s men scurried, running for the exit. But it was too late.

The door was kicked in with such powerful brute force that it ripped off the hinges and smacked one of them in the face, knocking him down.

And then there he was. My husband, a look of pure menace on his face. Darkness vibrated from him, tainting the air with a promise of violence, death and destruction. There was something different about him, something I’d never seen from him before. An evil lurking behind those beautiful multi-coloured eyes. An evil that demanded retribution.

He was glorious, a Greek God in human form. Blood dripped down his face, on his clothes, his knuckles, over nearly every inch of him. He looked…terrifying, like the devil in a Brioni suit.

The fact that I was insanely turned on by just the sight of him made me realise I was a lot more fucked up in the head than I thought.

Oh well.

Nero moved fast, faster than I ever thought he was capable of. He spun, wrapped an arm around my throat and put his gun to my head, right against my temple. “Nobody fucking move.”

Arturo froze, Nikolai and Lukyan behind him doing the same, their guns aimed directly at us. Nero’s men moved towards them, either to try and escape or take their weapons, who knows. In unison, my brothers diverted their aim to them, warning them not to move while Arturo kept his gun pointed at Nero, who was hiding behind me like the little bitch he was.

My eyes locked with Arturo’s. “Hi, husband,” I said sweetly, giving him a smile. I was happy to see him, even if I did have a gun digging into my temple.

He narrowed his eyes, his glare promising punishment. “You didn’t stay at home like I told you too,kotenok.”

“Wellllll, if we’re being technical, you didn’t tellme.You told Christian and Luca.”

Nero jostled me so hard that my head whipped back and forth, making me wince. “Shut up! All of you! Here’s what’s going to happen. You’re all gonna back up now, nice and slow, and let me pass. Otherwise I’ll blow her head clean off.”

Arturo sneered, his rage palpable. “No.” And then he fired, shooting Nero directly in the head. There was no hesitation, no second guessing his decision, no indication that he was even going to take the shot. He just fired. It was a skilled shot, one that showed exactly how good he was with that gun.

Blood splattered on my cheek and Nero fell away, his lifeless body hitting the ground with a solidthud.

Arturo swerved, aiming his gun at Nero’s men. “On the ground.”

They didn’t hesitate. One of them even had the courage to speak as he went down to his knees.

“Listen, we didn’t want any part in this.” His words held the traces of a Spanish accent. A Los Zeta. “This was all Nero’s idea, his revenge. It had nothing to do with us.”

“Kotenok,come here,” Arturo ordered, never taking his eyes off the group of men, his gun steady in the air.

I walked to his side and looked up at him. “Yes, husband?” I was placating him, trying to smooth over the shit storm I knew was coming my way at having ignored hisrequestfor me to stay at home. My hope was that if I didn’t fight him too much, he would go easy on me.

Doubtful.

Staring directly at the men on their knees, he gripped my chin with his free hand and dragged my face to his, lifting me to my tippy toes. His lips crashed into mine, his tongue licking into my mouth in a searing hot kiss, one that sent tingles straight to my clit.

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