Page 63 of Cruel Bratva King
Where am I?
Who took me, and most of all, why? Memories of the moments before I lost consciousness blurred, but I remembered perfectly that I was at a party with Sergey, then I left to use the restroom and… I was attacked.
Sergey told me he had lots of enemies, but the only person I could think of was Giovanni. He must have kidnapped me to get back at Sergey for what he deemed was a betrayal.
The clanking of metal feet away from me drew my attention back to the present. Someone entered the room, and though I couldn’t see them, I could tell it was a lady from the clacking of her high heels on what I supposed was marble flooring. The sound of it made my head pound harder.
Whoever it was, she halted right in front of me and didn’t say a word. The silence was foreboding, making me even more anxious. Cold sweat formed on my forehead, and panic settled in my stomach.
I took the initiative of starting a conversation with the devil incarnate in front of me. “Who are you?” I asked, my voice a mere tremble. “What the hell do you want from me?”
She didn’t answer instantly. Instead, she leaned over and pulled my hair, forcing my head backward. “Everything.”
Shivers crawled over my skin like a million deadly insects. The voice sounded familiar, way too familiar for my liking.
‘You’re not special. Sergey doesn’t love you. He’ll use you until you’re of no use. And then, he’ll kill you.’
“Giulia?” It had to be her. There was no way I could’ve forgotten or mistaken her voice after she almost caused me to lose my baby.
Ripping my blindfold off my face, she snarled. “At least you’re smart.”
My fear dissipated, and it was replaced but burning rage. I was right all along. “It’s you. You kidnapped me.”
She flashed a witchy smile at me and started circling me. “Surprise!”
“Why are you doing this to me? I didn’t do anything to you.”
“You didn’t do anything wrong?” She stopped swiveling around me and snorted a horse laugh. “Really, do you think I’m crazy?”
You are.
Gripping the edge of the chair I was bound to, she pulled me closer to her and leaned towards me, our faces inches apart. “You did everything wrong, bitch. You stole my man and married him. You’re living in a house that’s meant to be mine, wearing a ring that belongs to me, and riding a dick that’s mine. Do you still think you’re innocent?”
Her eyes shimmered in a way that made her look insane. Either she was out of it, or she would soon be.
“You’re crazy.” It was probably stupid to get her more upset and drive her over the edge, but damn, I was angry. “Sergey doesn’t belong to you. He’s not one of the designer bags that you get to own. He is my husband.”
She shrieked and slapped me hard across the face. Fisting my hair, she brought her face closer and yelled, “Not anymore, bitch.” She laughed crazily. “You’ll be dead before night, and guess who gets to keep him? Me.”
I scoffed. Never in my twenty-six years of being alive did I think I’d fight over a man, with a delusional woman nonetheless. “Ah… You think Sergey didn’t want you because of me?” I chuckled, sounding almost as crazy as her. “Think, Giulia. I wasn’t in the picture until a month after your father’s offer to Sergey, and still, he didn’t choose you.”
“He would have chosen me.”
“No, he wouldn’t.” I smiled at her with derision tainting my face. “It doesn’t matter if I’m a corpse rotting six feet under. Sergey will never choose you, Giulia. He hates you. Even your name disgusts him.”
Her eyes bulged.I swear she’s crazy.“You’re lying. Sergey loves me. He has to love me.” She grabbed my jaw and forced me to look into her eyes. “You’ll see he loves me. You’ll see.”
She tossed my face aside and paced backward. Raking her fingers into her hair, she chuckled to herself. “Sergey loves me. He’ll marry me tonight. I’ll become Mrs. Vadim tonight.”
Chills crept up my spine when she tilted her face to look at me with a deranged look. She strode to me and hauled my wedding ring from my finger. “This is mine.”
I looked on, confused, as she tried to wear my ring. It didn’t fit, though. Her fingers were too fat. Refusing to accept the reality that it didn’t fit, she forced it on. Blood dripped down her fingers.
Poor thing.
Soon, she was going to realize nothing that was mine belonged to her. Not the ring on my finger, and most of all, not Sergey. While Giulia obsessed over the undersized diamond ring on her finger, I glanced around for a way to escape.
The room was as empty as a cobbler’s curse. There was nothing in here that I could make use of. My best bet now was forcing my hands free from the rope. I tried to move my hands but whimpered from the pain. My wrists were bruised from how tight the rope was.