Page 12 of Owned Bratva Bride

Before I could think of escaping the room, Miss Glare’s attention was on me again.

“So, what was the reason? Were you really a teacher’s slut?”

Holding her gaze, I remained silent.

Regardless of whatever fight they had come here for, the reason I transferred was none of their business. I’d tell whoever I want to tell; I wouldn’t be forced.

The harshness of her slap shocked me. I lifted my hand to retaliate when one of her minions caught it. The second one held my other hand, rendering me practically immobile.

“How dare you?! Who on earth do you think you are?” she yelled, her blue eyes flashing.

“Who do you think you are?” I fired back, unsurprisingly earning another slap.

“I’m just about to show you.”

A proud smile appeared on her face.

Then she and her minions pounced on me at once. My twisting and turning were useless against them; they overpowered me.

As the hits came from every angle, my anger rose. Not at them, but at myself. It annoyed me that I couldn’t fight the tiny idiots off. Their blows and slaps weren’t so painful or hard; all they had were numbers.

“What the hell?!” a male voice sounded from somewhere behind me.

“And what the hell is your business?” Miss Glare asked.

“Let me see you touch her again. Any of you,” he dared, his voice sounding closer.

I expected them to disregard him and go on. I only had a tiny hope that he’d distract them again, and I’d take the chance to bolt.

But no other hit came.

I remained on the floor but turned around to see who this scary savior was.

It was the same guy who commented when she first called me.

“If I look up and find any of you here, I’ll assume you’re asking for it,” he uttered, looking down to fold his shirt sleeves.

In a second, it was just the two of us in the locker room.

“Do you need help getting up?”

He came to stand right in front of me.

“I’m fine,” I bit out, getting up, ignoring the lumps that were now forming on different spots on my body.

“Thank you,” I uttered as I shut my locker.

He chuckled as he left the locker room.

I struggled with a not-so-noticeable limp as I came out to the parking lot.

I could walk home, but considering my current condition, I opted for the bus.

A loud horn interrupted my thoughts.

Oh, no.

Out of all the days to pick me up from school, my mom chose today.