Pregnant Bratva Bride: Forced Marriage Mafia Romance (Vadim Bratva Book 2) by Veda Rose

Author:Veda Rose [Rose, Veda]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2023-11-09T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter 15 - Nikolai

There was underlying hate in the way Giselle looked at me, and it wasn’t something I’d seen before in her eyes.

I’d seen fear and anger in them. Determination, but never hate.

My jaw clenched, and my heart wavered between wanting to comfort her and find out the reason she was so pissed, and just leaving her alone. It’d been this way since that night I’d come to the nerve-wracking realization that my emotions for Giselle went further than I’d imagined.

It was something more than want. It was a need, and I hated it.

All my life, I’d never needed anyone. My brothers and I had been here for each other, but I’d never had this feeling that my entire being would fall apart if they weren’t there. Why did I feel that way for Giselle?

My veins bulged with anger.

“I’ll leave now,” Giselle said quietly and left the room without waiting for a response from me.

This won’t do. I hung my suit back on the rack, found a pair of fighting shorts and shirt, then I grabbed my phone from the nightstand and called Sergey.

“What do you want?” he answered. I heard Lilianna’s voice in the background and their son’s giggles.

“I need to unleash my anger on something.” Or someone.

“Meet me at the ring in an hour. I’ll call Maxim too.” He hung up and I remained in the middle of the room, clenching my phone and trying to rid myself of the silly emotions.

An hour later, I met my brothers in the gym where we usually practiced. Maxim flashed an unhinged smile at me. The fucker probably knew what was going through my mind before I voiced it.

“Another brother bites the dust,” he said, glancing sardonically between Sergey and me.

“Shut up.” Sergey placed his gym bag on a bench across from the fighting ring. He unzipped it and took out a small towel he slumped over his neck. “Where’s Giselle?”

“Out with Vlad. She wanted to register for prenatal.”

Sergey cocked his brows. “Why aren’t you with her instead?”

I tucked my hands in my boxing gloves and strapped them extra tight. “Because I fucking have things to take care of.” The Italian bastard was still tucked away in my basement, along with her ex, Aemon or Almond. Whatever the fuck his name was.

He’d made a grave mistake trying to touch what was mine.

I was meant to get some information out of the Italian today and torture Giselle’s ex until his arrogance faded away. Still, I couldn’t with the adrenaline coursing through my veins. I would only end up killing them. Not that I minded, but I didn’t kill until I got what I wanted.

Maxim shook his head as he climbed the ring. “You’re an asshole, brother. No offense.”

I followed him and ducked between the ring ropes as I entered. “Call me an asshole one more time.”

Maxim curled his fists, ready to fight. “Asshole.”

“Apologize!”

“Make me!”

We both lunged at each other, throwing punches and evading them equally. Maxim had gotten good at dodging my punches, but he wouldn’t be able to keep up for long.

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