Page 12 of Forced By the Bratva King
I watched the life drain out of him, and soon, his now limp body fell face down at my feet.
There was suddenly a fearful gasp from the other end of the alley, followed by the sound of something dropping out ofa hand. Someone had watched this happen, and I frowned at whoever was unlucky enough to have witnessed it.
The witness stepped on a twig, and it snapped beneath their foot, forcing my eyes to turn in their direction.
Yuri was about to go check it when I signaled him to stand down.
I wanted to handle this on my own, so I headed out of the alley. I was just in time to catch a girl bending over to pick up her phone. Her hands were shaking, as was her entire body. For her sake, I hoped she didn’t get that on camera—it was dark in the alley anyway, so she couldn’t have seen anything.
She picked up her phone and tried to run away when I grabbed her wrist and spun her around under the overhead lights.
Fuck. It was her, the girl from inside the club.
She looked at me with terror in her eyes as I tugged her close to me.
“Curiosity isn’t a sin, Sierra,” I said, tightening my grip around her wrist. “But it kills the cat.”
“You…you killed that man,” she whimpered with tears in her eyes. “You killed him in cold blood. You’re a monster.” She tried to squirm out of my hold, but it was impossible to do so.
I scoffed. “I’ve been called worse, trust me. And you shouldn’t tell a monster to his face that he’s a monster. Unless, of course, you wanna die.”
“Let go of me,” she said, her voice almost a whisper, as she hit me with her free hand, fighting to escape my hold.
“Can’t do that, sweetheart.” I caught her flying hand, joined it with the other, and placed my large palm around them.
Both her hands were trapped behind her back, and I pulled her closer to myself, her breasts grazing against my chest with each move she made.
“What’re gonna do to me?” she asked, searching my eyes as though they held the answers she needed.
I smirked and revealed my pistol.
“Oh, my God.” She gasped, and her eyes widened as she resumed her feeble struggle against my strength.
“Stay put,” I said, positioning the barrel of the gun under her chin, and she immediately stopped moving. “I’d hate to squeeze this trigger and blow your brains out. Literally.”
She swallowed hard, and I could almost smell her fear. Her heart was racing, and her breathing grew heavier by the second.
Even when scared, she still looked so beautiful.
I flashed her a sly grin, and the next moment, I knocked her out with the base of the gun. “Nightie night, Sierra.”
Her eyes shut, and her head fell backward as she drifted unconscious, out like a light.
**********
“Take her to the room upstairs,” I instructed the man carrying Sierra on his shoulder.
He nodded and dematerialized.
I noticed the way Yuri had been looking at me since I handed her unconscious body to my men, but I wasn’t ready for a sermon from him about what I should or should not do.
Settling on the plush sofa in my living room, I signaled the maid to fetch me a bottle of vodka. Yuri sat on the couch across from me, and although he was silent, his countenance was speaking. I just wasn’t listening.
“She should be in the grave, not in a master bedroom,” he said, finally opening his mouth to speak actual words. “That’s the rule, and you know it. No witnesses.”
The maid returned and poured me a glass before disappearing.
I ignored him and took a sip, crossing my legs as I relaxed on the sofa, its fine leather crunching under my weight.