Page 8 of Bratva Vow

“No shit.”

I scoff. “Smart man that Benedikt. Because I kick you in the balls.”

He doesn’t respond, just stares down at me like he’s waiting for me to shut up already and accept my fate.

But I won’t.

“So, what now?” I throw my hands in the air. “You just going to stand there until I magically comply? Because I’m not.”

He reaches into his jacket pocket and pulls out his phone. “I’m calling him.”

I snort. “Oh, good. Let’s go straight to the source of the abuse.”

He ignores me, puts the phone to his ear. “Yeah. She’s being a pain in the ass… No, I didn’t touch her… Yeah, she wants to talk to you. You sure about that?”

He shoots me a flat look, like he’s trying to warn me against what I just asked for.

Then he hands me the phone.

I take it.

Of course, I take it.

I’m not going to allow a golden opportunity like this to go by and not give Benedikt Volkov hell for what he’s done and what he’s making me do.

“Are you out of your mind?!” I say the second I hear Benedikt’s breath on the other end. “Howdareyou have people enter my apartment without my permission?—”

“Oh, look, you’re alive,” he says casually, like this is just any other phone call. “Andlate.”

I rear my head back. “Excuse me?! Late?”

“You were supposed to be home an hour ago, princess. I’ve been waiting for you.”

My mouth falls open, and I look at the phone like it personally offended me. Not the man on the phone.

“Let me get this straight,” I say slowly, my blood boiling. “You sent people to rob my apartment, rerouted everything I own, and now you’re mad I didn’t show up on your schedule?”

“I sent them to relocate you,” he says coolly. “And yes. I expected punctuality.”

“You’re a psycho.”

“You’re dramatic.”

“You’re controlling.”

“You’remine.”

My entire body goes still.

Something sharp cracks through my chest—not just fury or disgust.

Something else.

Something low and dangerous and unwanted that tightens between my thighs before I can shove it away.

I hate that he can say something like that, and my pulse doesn’t even hesitate to react.

I hate him. I hate him.