No one except Viktor could find this dress attractive. In fact, even the seamstress curls her nose as she works on it.
Actually, maybe it’s a good thing. There’s no way Dominic could look at me lustfully in this. Maybe he won’t be tempted to touch me.
My one goal is to avoid being his concubine. I won’t whore myself out to him, even if I am his wife. I don’t care how many beatings I take, I won’t give myself away like that.
“Straighten your back! Shoulders straight and powerful! Look straight ahead!” Yelena snaps at me.
I do as she says, and she analyzes me for more errors.
“No man wants a troll stomping down the aisle to him. Have a little decorum,” she huffs at me.
I roll my eyes.
I damn well might just stomp down the aisle. Show them all what I think of this.
But then Dominic might not want me. He could back out. And I wouldn’t get my freedom.
But will this freedom come with strings?
I just don’t know.
There’s so much uncertainty on this path. I have no idea what to expect. It worries me so much.
I look down at Vova and pray our new home won’t be the same hell as this one.
I don’t know how long I can last as sweet, quiet, pathetic Katya, the Bratva Princess.
Chapter 12
Dominic
Black minivan entering Gate 1
The message appears on my smart watch just like every security alert does.
Who the fuck is entering my fortress in a minivan?
And how the fuck did they get through the front gate?
I retrieve my gun from my waistband and hold it at eye level as I creep towards the front door. With the tablet installed on the wall next to it, I pull up the surveillance cameras of the driveway. And sure enough, there’s a black minivan with tinted windows pulling up to my house.
But what startles me the most is when it parks, my brother emerges from the driver’s seat.
Why the fuck is Roman driving aminivan? Nothing could make me degrade myself in such a way.
Matthias steps out of the passenger seat and Bash from the back.
The three swagger up to my door, but instead of knocking, they let themselves in.
“Hey, James Bond, you can put the gun away,” Roman smirks at me.
I put it away, but not because he told me to.
“Why do you have a gun trained on us?” Matthias raises a brow in question.
I glare at them. First, they show up uninvited at my house, and now, they’re questioning me.
“Because an unknown vehicle entered my gate without my approval,” I snarl at them. Then, I take a deep breath and control my emotions. “Roman, where’s the Suburban? Why are you driving a minivan?”
