Page 2 of The Bratva's Bride


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“I told you.” He interrupted with a grunt, locking those hardened blue eyes at me, “No hospitals or ambulances.” That was the first clear sentence not riddled with grunts of pain that he uttered to me.

Holding my hand up in defeat, I said, “Okay, okay, whatever you say boss man.” Again, no point in arguing with him.

“Here, thank you.” He said, holding my phone towards me.

I was too busy to notice if he successfully made his call or not. I was going to assume he did because he returned my phone to me. Although, one quick glance at my call log had me questioning him a bit because there was no unknown number in the list.

Did I hallucinate him talking just now? No, I couldn’t have, right? It’s just us in this damn place right now, so it had to be him I heard.










CHAPTER 2

Nikolai

The crash dazed mefor a moment. I could barely register the sensation of my body being moved against my own will, let alone form a coherent thought. I probably would have been out of it if it weren’t for the shooting pain that pulled me back from the depths of unconsciousness.

Then, I heard it—a faint voice of a woman mumbling to herself. Or maybe I had died, and the soft voice was a hallucination, attempting to pull me to the other side. But then I heard it again, this time more clearly. The voice was gentle, smooth, yet filled with conviction. It sounded surreal, almost angelic. Perhaps it was an angel beckoning me, though I couldn't help but doubt that someone like me belonged beyond the pearly gates. My eyes focused on the scene in front of me, and just as I was about to ask for her name, I heard her say 'ambulance,' which jolted me back to reality.

No way I was heading to a hospital; too many questions. I just needed to reach out to my people and get back to our private doctor.

It was unfortunate my phone was busted, probably due to the crash, but thankfully, she lent me hers. While I waited for the person on the other end to pick up after dialing, I couldn't help but watch the woman work.

In a different situation, I’d fully enjoy the feeling of her hands working down my body. There was a slight roughness to them, but still soft—a hard worker. I wanted nothing more than to grab her hands and place them on my bare chest again, wanting to feel her warmth there, when she moved on. Unfortunately, this wasn’t the time for that, and the harsh pain from her contact against my lower leg kicked any desire for her to the back of my mind. She spoke, but she didn’t look at me as she seemed more trained on my broken leg.

“Hello?” The other end finally picked up.

Switching to my native tongue, I responded, “Finally. Arseny, send a car to the intersection of 45thand Carth, we’ve been hit. Call the doctor too, the crash busted a rib or a few, and this nurse is saying I have a broken leg.” I could see she was a nurse from the badge that hung at the front pocket of her scrub top. At least I could read, so that meant my brain wasn’t scrambled in the crash.

My eyes followed the woman down the dark alleyway when she left my side, but my ear remained trained on the phone. “Shit. On it. I’ll be with you in ten, stay alive until then,” my brother responded before hanging up.

I didn’t think the woman noticed my phone call, too engrossed with breaking apart a wooden pallet for pieces along with the fact she was at a distance. I could hear her curse and hiss, but I couldn’t fully see what was going on because the area she was in was too dark.

It wasn't long until she returned and tended to my leg, and I wish I had taken her warning a little more seriously because it hurt—a hell of a lot—when she did her best to straighten my leg and stabilize it.

Afterward, she tried to convince me to seek medical help again, but I shot down the idea before giving her phone back after deleting my call from her history. At least she dropped the topic. I had expected her to push for it more. Maybe she was smarter than I gave her credit for.

“Thank you. Does my little guardian angel have a name?” I couldn’t make out the name on her badge because of the angle it was at.The only part of her badge I could clearly see were the initials of her profession at the very corner.

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