Page 95 of Bratva Bride

I gave him a salute. “Aye, aye Captain.” I turned and opened the door, heading outside.

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“Aw, get fucked!” I cursed, slamming my hands on the steering wheel. I glared at the screen in front of me, the words ‘YOU LOSE’ taunting me like a motherfucker.

Christian sat beside me in his own car arcade machine, a smug smile on his face. “Told ya, women can’t drive.”

I scowled and got to my feet, storming off.

“Oh, come on! Don’t be cranky. No one likes a sore loser!” Christian yelled, following me.

I couldn’t help it. Iwasa sore loser.

Adrian, Lorenzo and Luca surrounded me, boxing me in as I moved around the arcade looking for a new game to play.

I needed a distraction, something to keep me occupied while my husband and family were out on this mission. At first that distraction was Henry Cavill, until the two idiots behind me ruined that. The next best thing was the arcade.

“Air hockey?” I asked Adrian, turning to face him.

He scanned the surroundings, his eyes sweeping over everything. “I’m here to guard you, Illayana. Not play games.”

“Can’t you do both?”

The other patrons in the arcade eyed Adrian, Lorenzo, Christian and Luca warily, keeping a wide berth from them all as they went to play their own games. I couldn’t blame them. To anyone else they’d look scary. Dangerous. Four six-foot somethin’ men standing around glaring at anyone who even came close to me. Well, everyone except for Christian. He was the only one willing to play games with me. But so far he’d beaten me at everything and I was sick of fucking losing.

I played a few more games – basketball, Time Crisis (a pretty intense shooting game which I totally kicked ass at) and Dance Revolution before I finally decided to take pity on my guards and leave.

As we left the arcade, I almost ran smack into-

“Rayna,” I sneered, managing to catch myself before I made contact with her.

“Cousin!” She smiled brightly but I didn’t believe it for a second. She hated me just as much as I hated her, so her fake ass smile wasn’t fooling me. “I’ve been looking for you. Oh, I can’t believe what happened at your wedding. It was just awful. Dreadful.”

She turned to the three women behind her, her bimbo posse who followed her everywhere she went, waiting on her hand and foot. A tall, lean man stood a few paces behind her, giving off the same dangerous vibe as my own bodyguards.

“My poor cousin had a major catastrophe at her wedding earlier today. I mean wow, I’ve never seen a weddingbombout like that before.”

That little bitch.

I narrowed my eyes, her snicker grating on my nerves. Bimbo one, two and three cackled on cue, like a bunch of little old witches. I felt like strangling them.

“Yeah, it was a bit of a clusterfuck. Remind me Rayna, what happened at your wedding again? Oh, wait…” I raised my eyebrows and gave a condescending smirk.

Rayna sneered. “At least when I get married, it won’t be a total fucking disaster.”

“Ifyou get married.”

She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, nostrils flaring. A few tense seconds passed before she opened her eyes and stared at me. “I apologise for what I said. It was rude of me.”

Okay, that was a complete one-eighty.

“Do you mind if we have a word?” Her eyes darted to the four hulking figures behind me. “In private?”

Suspicion coursed through my bones but also…curiosity.

“That’s not going to happen,” Adrian barked, voice hard.

Rayna glared. “I didn’t realise the help was in charge. Is that how your father runs things, Illayana?”

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