Total pages in book: 102
Estimated words: 96714 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 484(@200wpm)___ 387(@250wpm)___ 322(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 96714 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 484(@200wpm)___ 387(@250wpm)___ 322(@300wpm)
There were many rumors that surrounded Ivan’s birth. To my father, he’d been nothing. I couldn’t help but wonder, though, if Ivan had been nothing, why was it that he controlled the Volkov Bratva? His name instilled fear, even within the MC. I’d seen it.
People had a way of trying to hide their emotions, but I’d been nothing to them. I was invisible to most of them, so they didn’t care what I saw. I meant nothing. Ivan scared the MC, and I knew Rage didn’t see him as weak.
Ivan was a threat to the MC.
A business deal like this went against everything my father stood for, and I knew Rage hadn’t removed my father’s followers from the MC.
There were no clothes waiting for me in the bathroom. Stepping out of the en suite, Ive was no longer on the bed. At first, I didn’t see him, it was like he blended in with the furniture which was fucking impossible, but there he was, next to some drawers near the door, staring right at me. His face was bland.
“Do you know if Cassie has brought up some clothes?”
He pointed toward the bed. His actions made me think of the Grim Reaper, and that wasn’t a pleasant thought.
“Right. The bathroom’s free.”
He nodded his head and then moved. I felt the threat of his body with each step he took. He stepped close to me. “If you try to run, it will end badly for you. Do you understand me?”
“I’m not going to run,” I said.
The house was filled with Bratva. Rage had already told me he was going to leave the moment I left the party. If anyone was going to save me, it would be him, and he’d already told me he was leaving. It was just me. Yay.
I expected Ive to threaten me with more chains, but instead, he walked into the bathroom, silent. That wasn’t too bad. I had no intention of running. Stepping toward the bed, I saw there was a sexy negligee.
“Seriously!”
This is not a sexy marriage. Ive hated me. I know he only married me because his boss told him to. This is not a love match. He doesn’t even like me.
Picking up the negligee, I shake my head. Across the bed, I spot his gun. Did he know he left it? Why would he leave his gun in plain sight?
Dropping the negligee to the bed, I glare at the damn thing. It was a freaking test. Seriously? He was testing me on our wedding night?
Admittedly, I had no doubt Ive was going to test me all the freaking time. I wasn’t Bratva. I was MC. That is what he saw and I couldn’t say I blamed him. In my heart, I was no one.
What did he expect me to do? Grab the gun and shoot my way out of this house? To face Ivan and his four other brigadiers? Shaking my head, I glared at the gun, but removed the towel covering my body. I was not stupid.
Pulling on the negligee, I start to rub at my hair, drying it. I should really get the length cut, but for the past few months I’d let it grow out. Apart from being kidnapped and trapped, my dad had seemed to be at a loose end, and getting my hair cut was a luxury I didn’t deserve. One summer, I’d pissed him off with asking, and he’d grabbed my hair and a pair of scissors and hacked it off himself. If it hadn’t been for Rage, I’m sure he’d have kept going until I didn’t have any hair left.
Whenever I wanted something, Rage was who I went to. There were times that Cassie would intervene. She wanted to go to the spa and would demand Daddy let her take me. During those days, my hair would get done. Cassie would insist on me being treated like a princess. I’m not going to lie, I did love those days. They were a lot of fun. I had a feeling that was Cassie’s way of giving me a little bit of comfort. So long as she stayed the princess of the club, she was able to use her charm to get what she wanted. Most of the time, it was to help me out. She would even insist on having a girl’s day with me.
Father hated those days, but Cassie would bat her eyes and we’d go shopping. I’d get new clothes and a haircut. She always had to be careful that he never knew what she was really up to.
Earlier today, when Aurora and Adelaide had finally left, Cassie had come up to me and cupped my face.
“Do you need me to put a stop to this?”
“There’s nothing you can do.”
“Trust me, there’s always something I can do.”