Page 4 of The Bratva's Claim


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I freeze, and my senses darken at the sheer terror as I wait for Abram to blow my head off without a second thought.

“Don’t!” Marcus shouts, reaching into the back of the truck and pulling me out as if I weigh nothing. “What the fuck are you doing here? Why did you follow us?” he shouts, gripping my arm just a little too hard.

I don’t get a chance to reply before I burst into tears, watching Abram’s expression change as he tries to figure out who I am and why Marcus is so protective over me.

“Marcus, you know this girl?” he asks confrontationally, putting his gun away but maintaining his agitated demeanor.

“This is my sister. I have no fucking idea why she’s here, but she isn’t going to say shit about any of this. Right, Cam?” He yanks my arm so hard that my shoulder burns.

I shake my head aggressively, trying my hardest not to let my face contort in an ugly, undignified manner as I hold back tears. “No! I swear to god I won’t!”

Abram glares at me, and for a moment, I feel like I can see a glimpse of pure, unfiltered evil in his serpentine gaze. A chill rolls over my skin, settling into my bones and under my fingernails.

Marcus drags me over to the cab of the truck. “Don’t say a fucking word to him, do you understand? Not for the whole way home,” he warns.

I nod, feeling another tear roll down my cheek. I feel like an embarrassed little kid who just got yelled at for running into the street. The shame fills my belly as it mingles with the dread of sitting silently during a long drive with such a murderous person.

When we all get into the truck, Abram looks back at me as I fuss with my seatbelt.

“You’re not going to say shit. And if you do, I’ll find out,” he says flatly.

I nod without a word.

Before now, I got to exist under the assumption that all of the brutality that Abram Zanella had been accused of was overblown. I was able to believe that everything I’d heard about him was an exaggeration to keep the enemy at bay, to keep civilians out of his way.

Turns out, it’s all true.

He’s a cold-blooded killer.

But goddamn, he looks amazing when he smokes.

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