Page 60 of Bratva Vow

My blood goes ice-cold.

We had an agreement.

She signed it.

It doesn’t matter what anyone else offers her; it’s void.

“Well?” My father doesn’t remove his focus from Sienna. “Yes or no?”

Sienna’s mouth moves, soft and measured, but it’s the wrong thing she says that cuts me open.

“No.”

It’s not a whisper.

It’s a clear single syllable.

She broke our arrangement and sided with thewrongVolkovs.

“No, what?” I hear my father question. “No, you want to stay with Benedikt?—”

“No,” she quickly emits, and that’s it.

That’s when I know I fucked up. That I gave her too much.

That she had too much power, and I allowed it.

Never, ever, again.

“This isn’t your choice to hand to her.”

My words have my father snapping his neck my way, just where I want it. “Excuse me?I’mstill head of the Volkov name, boy. My word is bond and what goes.”

“Last chance, princess,” I warn her, giving her the smallest of openings to pick right. To pick me. “The endgame is something you’re going to hate worse than what I already gave you.”

“Stop threatening the girl,” Nikolai chortles, like this is a fucking game. “She doesn’t want you. I know that’s a hit to your ego and pride, but it happens.”

“Sienna,” I grind out, snatching her gaze when she involuntarily glances up at me—finally. “Is that your final answer?”

I see her chest draw in a deep breath, settling into the biggest decision of her life because it is.

Her response, like everything else in life, is going to carve a path out for her future.

And I’m still in it.

Whether she likes it or not.

“Y-yes,” she mutters, but it’s loud as hell in my ears.

It’s a cut that’s deep, and I’ve never,ever,handled betrayal well.

Because that’s what this is.

Colored, cruel, and consequential.

“Pack light, brother,” Nikolai chimes into my inner turmoil. “You leave in an hour.”

An hour.

Perfect.

Because I’ll be back within a week to take my girl, kill my brother and father, and reclaim my fucking town.