Page 38 of The Bratva's Forced Bride

I saw a reflection in the rearview mirror. Black cars were following me, each with flashing blinkers in the same direction. I averted my gaze and focused on the road again. No one was going to die until I brought her back.

But you don’t like her. My mind prodded. I grated my teeth, ready to transfer my frustration to the man in the seat next to me.

“Someone’s heart can’t take the speed?”

But the battle inside me wasn’t over.

Fuck, that girl is driving me crazy. In a good and bad way.

He shrugged. “The men are talking. You’re going to lengths for the girl.”

“The focus never changed.” My gaze flickered from the side mirror and back to the road. “I’m after Logan.”

“We’re flying at 80 miles per hour,” he deadpanned. “When you went after Logan, you used a jet and stopped at your cousin’s house.”

“You’ve grown soft. Shame.”

He blew out a short laugh and shook his head. “Soft, no. But it is part of my job to protect you.”

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw him look at the laptop screen and move his fingers up and down.

Yuri just called me reckless and irrational in unspoken words, and he looked damn calm doing it. On any other day I would have made him reconsider his confidence, but today I wasn’t thinking.

I wanted.

And I wanted her. Every inch, every taste. I wanted her hair around my fist, her lips on mine. I wanted to hear her sing, get to know her deepest thoughts and show her things I knew no man had ever made her see.

The sensation of feeling her consumed me, made my fucking blood run hot. Not having her near me made me feel like I was missing something. And I didn’t welcome any sense of loss.

“I fucking gave you the job, Yuri. I know what your job description is.”

The corner of his mouth crooked to the side. “There’ll be no employer or employee if we end up in a toasted car. Hence, no job.”

Negative.

I sped up even more. “The only one getting toasted here is this piece of shit, Logan.”

Images of her flashed through my mind, and the thought that Logan could have touched her in the slightest fueled the rage pulsing through my veins. I’d never felt this way about anyone before; the sudden desire to protect, shield, and possess her.

This feeling was a first and the novelty of it increased my motivation to get to her as quickly as possible.

“What’s the status?”

“No movement. They are still in the same place.”

I exchanged a look with Yuri, grinned and stepped on the gas. Fuck speed limits. Addison belonged to no one else but me.

****

Over a dozen feet rushed into the building with pistols and rifles raised in the air. We ran down a flight of stairs into the basement and stopped in front of the door, Yuri leading the men. He knocked on the door, but there was no answer.

I cocked my gun, jaw clenched, and pushed my way forward through the men in the small corridor.

“Break down the fucking door down, if you have to.”

Two of my men placed a small explosive device on the door, and the wood flew off its hinges and dust swirled around us. They stomped inside and the wood crunched into smaller pieces under their feet.

I waited at the doorway while they thrashed the room. Yuri’s head popped up and a scowl was on his lips. Before he delivered the news, I got it.