Rule of Three (Baranova Bratva Book 1) by Misti Wilds

Author:Misti Wilds [Wilds, Misti]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Misti Wilds Romance
Published: 2024-03-25T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter 17

Mikhail

The tension in the car is stifling.

I’d planned to take Valentina for a fun little spin around town to hear her laugh as I take turns too fast, but she’s too preoccupied with being mad to even look at me. I bet if I so much as try to burn rubber, she’ll yell at me for it.

It’s tempting either way, honestly.

We were supposed to stay at the orphanage longer, but Valentina’s entire mood shifted the moment I let something slip about her grandmother. It’s not my fault the woman came up during the tour—and then Valentina just had to get offended that Francesca thought the old woman was dead.

Why couldn’t she have remained silent and taken the damned tour without comment?

Because then she wouldn’t be Valentina, the voice in my head taunts. She’d be a remnant of the silent wallflower she used to be.

Not that there’s anything wrong with being a wallflower. It’s just not who Valentina is anymore.

We have a few hours before we’re expected back at the estate, so I push the brake and slow our speed to cruise through the streets.

Valentina might be mad now, but she’ll see reason once she realizes her grandmother is the one keeping secrets from her.

Dangerous secrets.

My blood starts to boil as I think of Liam taking pictures of Valentina while she slept. When she was passed out and defenseless, the bastard was taking fucking pictures of her. Who knows what else he’s done, or if he drugged her drink to get her to pass out in the first place.

Fake boyfriend. Ex-boyfriend. Dead man.

My grip on the steering wheel tightens.

“So, tell me about your boyfriend,” I say suddenly, interrupting the horrible silence between us. “What’s he like?”

Valentina tenses beside me. “That’s none of your business.”

She’s still mad at me, but I’m the one trying to keep her safe. She doesn’t need to defend a fucking stalker.

“Actually, it is. If he’s going to come after me for tongue-fucking his girl, I need to know what I’m up against⁠—”

Valentina snarls, and I fucking love it. “You’re not touching me ever again.” Her eyes flash like emerald fire, and it takes every ounce of my willpower not to stare.

I slow the car down to a crawl. “Don’t be like that, malyshka. I can kill your grandmother and your boyfriend and make you come all in one night.” I press my tongue against the inside of my cheek with a smile.

Yeah, that sounds like a perfect night.

“You’re fucking sick,” she seethes, crossing her arms tight and hugging herself. “Just take me home and go fuck off. I’m done with you.”

I could let her sit with her anger, thinking she’s right in all her fury.

But I won’t.

“I assure you, Valentina, I’m not the sick one here.”

Her eyes snap to me, and a shiver runs down my spine. If looks could kill, I’d be dead in a heartbeat. I imagine her holding a gun to my head as she gives me one final kiss goodbye. Sitting in my lap.

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