Traded To The Bratva: My Husband's Betrayal

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t break the silence of my

ayering the words with grit. "She's alive. And we're going to finish

ibs, hammering out a violent

aph

self it was for the best. I had told myself she was

ncessant prattle about baby names and nursery colors had

demanded, my grip tighten

st payment." Th

took the wheel. I grabbed my key

ving room, her voice shrill again

oked at her, I would see the woman I chose-the safe option.

la. The bartender. She was the on

eaning against the brickwork with a weary slouch. I s

ing her with a look that usual

smoke in my face. "Gone,

dropping to a dangerous growl. "A

nerves. "Kidnapped? She's on a beach in the southern hemisph

f, confusion warring with

ed again. A t

n't Se

as L

house, fear etched into her featu

We have the favorite. Bring

beneath me. I had left her alone in the penthous

. I called the head o

coordinates sent in the text. An a

eeded to fix this. I needed t

rk thought clawed at my mind. Why did the first

g husk of brick and broken glass, looming a

I breached the side door, silent as a ghos

e melancholy drip of water

ain floor, weapon ra

woman's voice. I

acker shows he's two minutes out.

fr

round a ru

was

was sitting on a crate,

g his phone. It was Marco. One of my own

" Marco asked, glanc

ed, a cold, calculating sound. "He traded her t

er stomach p

the cash. This baby isn't going to be cheap, especially since it's you

y walls seemed to close in, c

Marco. The

s all