The Hollow (Preacher Brothers, 4) by Jenika Snow

Author:Jenika Snow [Snow, Jenika]
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Publisher: Jenika Snow
Published: 2020-09-04T16:00:00+00:00

18

Frankie

Gone was the innocent girl I’d once known all those years ago.

The woman who sat beside me wasn’t Nadja. She was new, equal parts survival and strength. She was afraid, but she was strong.

She was a warrior.

She may call herself Rachel now, a new identity to hide from someone who may or may not be looking for her. I wanted to fucking kill anyone who thought they could touch her, who made her have to go to this trouble of staying hidden… of having to survive in the worst possible way.

Rachel.

No, she’d never be that girl to me. She’d always be my Nadja.

And as I looked into her eyes—ones that were currently blue because of the contacts she wore—as I took in the strands of her shoulder-length dark-blonde hair—locks that were no longer raven-black and falling down her back—I knew it didn’t matter what she looked like or what she called herself.

This was still the girl I was madly in love with. And if we never saw each other again, she’d be the only woman I’d ever want. I’d die knowing I felt that one perfect emotion in my otherwise fucked up life.

She’d just finished telling me about what happened in the last five years.

Her father forcing her to go to Russia.

Her agreeing, because if not, he would’ve killed me.

I wanted to tell her I would have died a happy man because she would’ve been with me. It would have been a small sacrifice for the time we shared.

Her almost marriage to Maximillian.

I gritted my teeth in possessiveness at that thought.

She is mine.

Then there was the massacre and her father’s death.

I listened silently as she told me that she cried herself to sleep wanting to come back to me, that she wanted to call me, to tell me everything, to run back into my arms.

I wanted that too, baby.

I silently listened, although I wanted to pull her in close, to hold her, tell myself this was real, that she was here. I wanted to tell her I wanted the same things, that there would never be anyone else for me but her.

I yearned for her for so long... so much. And the time away from her hadn’t dimmed that. In fact, it had grown. I’d become even more obsessed, determined to find answers, to find her. But it looked like she found me.

Fate and destiny were in our favor.

She worried about Maximillian coming after her, about the bratva. And those were very real threats, dangers. But I’d be by her side the entire time.

And as she told me these things, all I wanted to do was tell her nothing would hurt her again. Nothing and no one would tear her from my life. I wouldn’t allow it. I’d rather rip my own heart from my chest than have that happen to either of us again.

I hadn’t said anything for the last minute, the heaviness and silence thick around us. I was processing all of this, working it over in my mind, trying to find a solution that would ensure Nadja never had to worry or be afraid again.

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