Page 27 of The Bratva's Secret Baby

“Are you going to keep me hostage?” She didn’t let me answer. “I must warn you I have a lot of friends in the NYPD. It won’t take long before people notice I’m missing, and when they do, they’ll be coming for you.”

I smiled at her naivety. Just like the first time I met her. “You think so?”

“I know so.”

It was amusing how she thought her little friends could stop me from taking her and doing whatever I wanted with her.

“Let’s see how long it takes before I’m caught.”

She didn’t say a word for another few minutes. “You’re a psychopath.”

“I sure wasn’t one when you begged me to fuck you that night.”

Her cheeks turned a bright shade of red. If looks could kill, her glare would be poison right now.

“Have you always been this fucked up in the head?”

I shrugged. “Maybe.”

“How many people have you killed?”

I twisted my head to look at her, then returned my gaze to the road. A smile quirked my lips.

“Are you trying to get a confession out of me, lawyer?”

“No. I was just wondering how many people you had to kill before you became a ruthless psycho. Then I can fight you in court",” she added, just to spite me.

Fear still etched on her voice and in her eyes, but she’d learned how to control it better.She had grown stronger.

“I lost count.”

She sighed. “Of course, men like you have no value for human life. I bet you wouldn’t care either if it were women or children.”

Like a sharp knife, her words stabbed me in the heart.

Women and children are where I draw the line.

Otherwise, you would have been dead by now.

As if reading my mind, she pinned her eyes on me.

“Oh, what’s with those eyes? Don’t tell me you’re one of those villains who needs to be singled out because you save puppies,” she snarked cynically.

A villain… better than a fucking hero.

“What if I am?” I joked.

She huffed angrily. “You’re irredeemable. I can’t believe I got involved with someone like you.”

“You didn’t have a choice.”And you still don’t.

“I did!” She snorted a gloomy laugh. “I could’ve chosen not to go home with a man like you. I could’ve chosen any man, but not the one that murdered my brother in cold blood!”

The silence that followed her outburst made it clear. She didn’t know the whole story yet, and even if she did, I wasn’t sure if it would change the way she felt. Still, I had to try. I don’t want to fuck this up and lose her again.

Even if she would never trust me again, or love me, she deserved to know what her brother got himself into.

“Your brother didn’t work for me, he worked for the police.”

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