Page 5 of Stolen By the Bratva
I opened and closed my mouth, stuck on what I could say to that. My father raped her. My father took her like this, like a depraved, abusive asshole. What could I say?
“I know what you’re thinking. Our duty as bratva women is to please our men.”
I cleared my throat as I moved to the cuff on her other ankle. “In most circumstances?—”
“No. My circumstances fucking suck. And I don’t want to hear you say you care.”
“I do.” Even if I hadn’t been told to help her, I would.
“That’s rich, coming from you.”
I grabbed a towel to assist her to sit, then rise to her feet. With every hiss and whimper that left her lips, my heart cracked that much more. She spoke the truth. We were expected to serve our men. There was no escape, but this abuse she endured…
“I sincerely wish this wasn’t your fate, but I can’t change it.”
If I could, I would. For all of us.
“The fuck you would,” she bitched as she gingerly walked toward the bathroom with my assistance. “You don’t care. You’ll get a nice, cushy life away from your father.”
He’d never tried to abuse me like he did her, but still, she was wrong. I wasn’t going anywhere.
“I’ll still be right here to help you the next time.”
Rosamund almost fell, but I held her up. “No, you won’t.”
I didn’t understand.
She scowled at my reflection in the mirror. “You’re pure. You’ll remain untouched as a virgin. You’ve always been safe, expected to be a virgin.”
“As were you.”
“Yes. Safe—until your husband gets you.”
Not every man in the bratva wanted to share his wife.
“I’m sorry you were promised to Lev.”
She huffed a weak laugh. “I was talking about your husband.”
Mine? I shook my head, watching her carefully as I guided her into the shower. “I don’t have one.”
“You will. Soon.” She cried out at the first touch of the water spray.
“I don’t believe you.” This wouldn’t be the first time she'd tried to lash out verbally at me after the scenes forced on her. “My father would have told me.”
“When? When he was busy shoving his dick up my ass?” She moaned and leaned against the shower wall.
“I’m too vital with the S.T.L. and making it look like a real business. He wouldn’t get rid of me yet. I’m too critical in the office.” Besides, he'd claimed I was too fat and hideous yet.
“I heard them. As they…” She weakly gestured at the room she’d been abused in. “They were talking about it. Geoff didn’t want to hear about it.” She grimaced as she rubbed the blood from her chest. “Lev and your father discussed your marriage to Andrey Valkov.”
I froze in rolling up my sleeves to hand her the washcloth to tend to cleaning up the cum and blood.
Andrey Valkov? Heir to the Valkov Bratva? Our enemy?
With how angrily Geoff had stormed off tonight, that made sense. He’d always been eager to have me for himself. This news wouldn’t have pleased him.
“Valkov?” I knew my father was speaking with Pavel Valkov, but about my marriage to his son?