Mishca and Lauren: The Complete Collection (Volkov Bratva #0) by London Miller

Author:London Miller [Miller, London]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Amazon: B01DIF7HAE
Published: 2016-05-16T23:00:00+00:00

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Fear was such an ugly emotion, one that Mishca rarely felt. He had no need. But when he heard the voicemail Lauren left for him, and the unmistakable masculine voice in the background, the dark emotion that flooded him felt something akin to that.

He abandoned his task, breaking several traffic laws as he sped to his club, but they still hadn’t been in time.

“Otstupit’—Back off,” Mishca said so only they would hear though he doubted Lauren could hear anything at the moment.

She had the gun trained on him, though he had no fear. He’d heard the click of the glock and she was shaking so badly that she could hardly aim it correctly. She was covered in blood and her jeans were bunched at her ankles, sticky red liquid coating her thighs.

His heart beat faster.

Mishca had to stay calm, for her.

He called her name, waiting for a reaction, anything that would let him know she hadn’t checked out completely, but she didn’t respond to him, her mouth moving soundlessly. Tears spilled from her eyes, tracking down her cheeks. It broke his heart.

Calmly, Mishca held his hands up, palms out, trying to get her to focus only on him. Her expression brought a pang to his chest. It wasn’t the fear—he expected that—but she looked so broken, reminding him why this life was too much for someone like her.

He carefully took a step towards her, touching the top of the gun, lowering it before taking it from her, tucking it into the waistband of his pants.

“Lauren, are you hurt?” He asked.

It took a moment for her to answer, but when she did, she shook her head no.

“Did he r—” the word caught in his throat as his eyes went to her bare legs again.

It was then, he felt it. The rapid flutter of his heart, the way his mouth went dry. He was terrified of her answer and more afraid for her.

She understood his question without him having to complete it, relief flooding him when she shook her head again.

Crouching down, he pulled her jeans up. There was nothing he could do about the blood for now. Picking her up, Mishca carried her down the stairs, Luka taking up the rear. It had been a strategic move, not just because they would move faster, but also to shield her view of the other body downstairs.

For once in his life, Luka had nothing smart to say a they got in the car and headed towards the safe house. There was no way for Mishca to get her to his apartment without raising any questions.

It was like she had checked out mentally. Her head rested in his lap, his fingers drifting over her hair. She didn’t speak the entire drive there, and if it weren’t for his constant checking, he would haveworried that she had passed out.

At the house, Mishca carried her in the house, directly into his bathroom.

He cut on the shower, trying to get the temperature right. Lauren made a noise that had him spinning around in worry.

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