Page 14 of Innocent Bratva Hostage

What’s the matter now?

The officer left the interrogation room, and Agent Fletcher turned to me with a smirk. “Looks like today is your lucky day, Miss Rae. You might’ve been able to escape us today, but you won’t for long. You’ll be back in that chair soon enough.”

My stomach churned, and I was confused as to what he was talking about. What did he mean by that?

I didn’t care to ask. I was okay with anything as long as it meant I was able to leave this place.

Agent Fetcher led me out of the interrogation room, and my breath caught when I saw who my savior was.

It was the man from the cemetery, and I didn’t even know what his name was.

Just like the first time I met him, he wore a crisp black suit, his presence heavy like a storm in the room. It was commanding, powerful, and suffocating. His blue eyes flicked to me for half a second before settling on Agent Fetcher.

A flash of something—nervousness—passed over Fetcher’s face.

The mysterious man stepped forward, his voice calm but laced with steel. “You can’t keep her detained if you have no evidence she was involved with the synthetic substance you’re looking for.”

Agent Fetcher’s throat bobbed. “Mr. Yezhov—”

“As for her trial, my lawyer will take care of that,” Mr. Yezhov said, cutting Agent Fetcher off.

His deep, gravelly voice carried so much authority that even I shivered at the sound of it.

“I’m sorry, Mr. Yezhov, but she’s still a suspect on the case. We have to follow all due procedures before we clear her.”

A dangerous smirk played on the mysterious man’s lips. “I wasn’t asking, Agent Fetcher,” he drawled.

Agent Fetcher’s eyes grew red with rage, but I could feel even he knew he was no match for this mysterious man.

He inhaled beside me, and then, as if summoning his courage, he said, “You interrupted our interrogation session, sir. And I’m afraid only a relative can bail her at this point.”

“Is that so?”

Agent Fetcher nodded.

The mysterious man stepped forward with slow, calculated strides and curled his arm around my waist. “That means I can bail her.”

My body stiffened to his touch, my skin prickly with heat at the close proximity between us. He smelled like citrus and cigars, a scent so alluring that I wanted to lean into him and inhale every bit of it.

Agent Fetcher laughed nervously. “You’re not related to her.”

The mysterious man lowered his head, and his blue eyes bore into mine. “She’s my fiancée.”

My brain fogged, and my mind went silent. Air drained from my lungs as I tried to process what he just said.

His fiancée?

What?

Chapter 6 – Andrei

Giselle sat stiffly beside me with her arms crossed and her eyes fixed ahead of the road as if she was still trying to make sense of what had happened. She hadn’t said a word to me since we left the police station, and I had no idea if it was best to enjoy the silence or be weary of it.

It was almost five a.m., still pitch-black outside, and the glow of passing streetlamps cast a glow on her face.

I stole a glance at her, my lips curling with a smile at how beautiful she looked even while she was seething.

“Why did you lie that I was your fiancée?” she asked, finally turning to face me.