A Treacherous Killer-Dark Bratva Romance

thirty nine

Nadia

Just hearing Maks's voice gives me a small semblance of hope but that hope goes flying out of the window as soon as Emil demands for him to come alone.

I knew Maks could handle Emil on his own but Emil has the obvious upper hand. He's got Maks coming to him not vice versa. I didn't trust Emil one bit. Whose to say he wouldn't ambush Maks as soon as he got here? And then what? I would be left trying to fend for myself which would ultimately end in my death.

I jerk on the restraints holding me to the chair in frustration. Emil and Klara had disappeared out of the room a few moments ago and closed me up in here alone. He had left the tripod with the camera set up on it and I briefly wondered if he was taking sick satisfaction out of seeing me struggle against the restraints.

I can't believe I had been so blind to the fact of who Emil truly was. I had been so wrapped up in the idea of pleasing my parents that I allowed myself to turn a blind eye to Emil's red flags. And look where that got me. Tied up in the middle of nowhere waiting for the man who had tried to convince me from the start that Emil was a piece of shit, to come and rescue me.

I think back to when Maks had first answered Emil's call. He had called him Daniil. Had Emil been lying about everything? I rack my brain trying to recall bits and pieces of our past conversations. Emil hadn't seemed keen about the idea of offering up information about his family. The only thing he said was that his parents were both dead.

The sound of the doors opening causes me to lose train of thought. I tense as Emil walks back in the room. "Your boyfriend is due to arrive in less than five minutes," he says absently. "I put a tracking device on his car a while back. That's actually how I knew he was at your house last night."

Had it really just been last night when Maks had come into my room and apologized for his coldness towards me? The memories of his lips on mine flit across my mind and cause my chest to ache. But that longing quickly turns to anger.

"You told my parents Maks had been there," I state. The corner of Emil's mouth quirks up and I wish my hands were free in that moment just so I could reach out and slap the smirk right off his face. "It was your fault my father fired Yarina," I spit.

"Your father wasn't too pleased his maid had snuck an enforcer into his home," Emil says dismissively.

"What's your plan Emil? Why go through the trouble of winning over my parents and proposing to me just to end up killing me?"

Emil laughs darkly. "Oh, I'm not going to be the one to kill you." I cock my head in confusion at his statement. What did he mean he wasn't going to be the one to kill me? Was he going to let Klara do it?

He smiles at my obvious confusion. "Your boyfriend is," he says simply.

I scoff. "Maks isn't going to kill me."

"We'll see about that." He was crazy if he thought Maks was going to pull the trigger on me. He had taken an oath to protect me and aside from that, he had confessed his feelings for me. I know we said we weren't to the point of saying "I love you" to each other but I had no doubt he'd rather pull the trigger on himself than cause me any harm.

The door swings open again and a smug looking Klara strides into the room. She's got a bullet proof vest strapped around her and she's waving around a small hand gun. "He's almost here," she says.

"Good," Emil replies, rubbing his hands together excitedly. "Go greet him Kitten." Klara smirks before leaving out of the room again. I wonder what Emil means by greeting Maks. I hoped that didn't entail Klara shooting Maks's car full of bullets before he even stopped the car.

I say a silent prayer that Maks plays these next couple of minutes smart. We're now both pawns in Emil's dark game and I refused for him to end up on top.