Page 10 of My Bratva Christmas


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I didn’t think these guys were anyone I was destined to hang out with, per se, but they seemed nice enough at the party, and were certainly good-looking. Who the hell knew they were… whatever they hell they are?

Whatarethey, exactly?

But there’s no point continuing to argue. The time on the car’s dashboard says after one a.m. At this point, and I’ve been awake since almost six a.m. the previous day. My head is heavy, and my thoughts are fuzzy. I don’t want to think any more.

Maybe if I just doze off, I’ll wake and find I’m just having a nightmare.

But one thought nags me, and it’s that since tomorrow, or actually today, is Christmas Day, no one will be looking for me. Not my boss, because I have the day off, not any of my coworkers, because they’re out of town, and not my sisters, because they’ve already opened their gifts from me and will be spending the day with our father.

No one in the whole world will know there’s anything wrong except these three guys who have taken it upon themselves to ‘save’ me, which is total BS. The only saving I need is to be dropped off at my front door so I can enjoy Christmas Day alone, like I’d planned, like I do every year.

“Can I ask you a question, Lily?” Artem asks from the front seat.

My eyelids are getting heavy, but even in my extreme drowsiness I try to stay alert. So, I nod. “Yes. Sure,” I say politely.

“What are you doing working Christmas Eve, Lily? Don’t you have any people to be with? Isn’t there anyone you ought to be home with?”

And that’s what it boils down to. I don’t even answer the man. It’s obvious that if Ididhave a place to be, I’d freaking be there.

So now my kidnappers know what a loner I am, what a loser I am, and thatno, I don’thave any people.

I have my work. That’s about it.

But at least I make an honest living, unlike these… whatever they are.

My thoughts spin until they become a mish-mash, like someone changing the radio station so fast, all you hear is that unpleasant jumble of shrieky sound, and thoughts slam-dance around my head with no intention of helping me through my messed-up predicament.

The SUV leaves the city for a freeway, I think heading north, and in spite of myself, my eyes fall closed and my head, so very heavy, falls to my right and lands on Valentin’s shoulder.

The collision of my face against his suit jacket startles me awake, and my head snaps back to its upright position. But he turns to me and catches my eye, the first time I’ve really looked directly at him since we’ve been in such close proximity.

God, he’s perfect. It makes it hard to hate him.

“Lily, here,” he says, gently pulling me toward him. “Rest your head on me. Get comfortable. It’s okay.”

He actually places his hand on the side of my face, guiding me onto his shoulder and, in spite of myself, it feels nice to rest, and he smells really good besides. I need to chill so badly, to close my eyes for a little while and forget the worry swirling around me.

The white noise of the car on the open road, even though we are speeding away from the city, is soothing, rocking me to sleep, and now that I have a perch for my head, it’s impossible to keep my eyes open. I can no longer stay alert, ready for any opportunity to save myself, and I slowly accept that I am absolutely screwed, probably beyond the point of no return.

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CHAPTERFIVE

ARTEM

What the fuckis Valentin thinking?

As soon as we’re at the safe house, in another hour or so, and the redhead is tucked away, I plan to give him a piece of my mind.

Our situation is already precarious enough. The very asshole we set out to eliminate last night fucking got away, in spite of the fact that we left a gallery full of people dead and bleeding all over the floor. Sure, we hit the road before the police arrived—we always manage to do that—but it was a close goddamn call, and for all our effort, Sergey is still alive, living off the money he stole from us, and leaving us looking like a bunch of pussies to the other factions in the region.

This will not do. Not at all.

I can understand Valentin’s wanting to take the girl with us. She’s beautiful. Stunning, even. And yet understated. The way she slunk around in that tight black number she had on. Even though it was high-necked, long-sleeved, and came down below her knees like a fucking nun’s outfit or something, it left little to the imagination. The outline of her perky tits and the slight bounce of her behind as she tottered around in her sky-high heels is the stuff of many a man’s dreams. She was covered and yet revealed everything.

So close, and yet so far.

That shit drives me crazy.

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