Page 62 of Caught By the Bratva Boss

“What?” I tried to turn my face away when his lips melded with mine, but he was too quick. He forced my lips open and his tongue into my mouth with more passion than he had shown in years.

I’d missed this side of him. In fact, the video and photos I had sent for Valentine’s Day that had caused all of my problems were meant to jump-start the passion between us. But now with him on top of me, his cock pressing against my belly and his tongue in my mouth, I didn’t feel anything apart from nausea.

Having Greg on top of me disgusted me. Too much had happened between us, and we could never go back to the way things were. I wasn’t even sure I would ever want to. Being with Daniil, even if it was for a short time, had shown me a lot about myself.

“Greg.” I ground out against his mouth. He’d been eating chips. I could smell them in his breath. “Stop.”

He ignored me completely. His hand came up to rub over my breast.

“Stop it.” Tearing my lips away from his, I pushed him off me. “Greg.” I slapped his hand away with a groan when he reached for me again. A half second later, someone knocked on the door, hard enough that I was surprised the door didn’t give in. My heart leapt.

Daniil. It was Daniil. I knew it in my heart. He had come to talk.

Rolling off the bed, Greg was out the door before I could even blink. “Stay there, and I will get rid of him.” He slammed the door closed, and after a second, I heard his footsteps on the stairs and the low grumble of men talking.

Tiptoeing to the window, I peeked downward. It was Daniil. Snow had settled on his shoulders, and he looked angry. He glanced up like he could feel my eyes on him, and I let the curtain fall into place before he could see me.

He was angry. He wasn’t here to save me at all, and I was a fool to think he was. I listened for a while, straining to hear what they were saying, but I could only make out bits and pieces. It did sound like Daniil was desperate to see me, though.

Breathing heavily, I went to the door. I had to talk to him. Even if it was to say a final and proper goodbye. Twisting the handle, I yanked, and the door didn’t budge. I tried again. And the door wouldn’t open. Had Greg locked me in? Why would he do that?

But I already knew the answer. He didn’t want me talking to Daniil. He wanted to keep me far away from my boss. Sitting on the edge of the bed, I waited for Greg to reappear. When he did, he looked like he had won the lottery.

“He really has a thing for you, doesn’t he?” he chuckled. “He’d probably pay millions.”

Slowly, I lifted my head. “Why did you lock the door, Greg?” I asked in a whisper.

For a second, he looked shocked. “To keep you safe from him, of course. We don’t need him any longer, Lily. The man coming tomorrow is,” he chuckled, “twice the businessman Daniil Popov is. You’ll see. I think you will enjoy working for him much more.” He strode forward. “Now, where were we?”

He eyed my breasts.

I crossed my arms around them. “I’m tired and not feeling well, Greg. If you want me to meet and interview with someone tomorrow, then I need my rest.”

He paused, not even a foot away from me. “You might be right. I’ll let you get your sleep. Oh, and Lily.”

I lifted my chin to meet his eyes, but didn’t say anything.

“Don’t mess this up tomorrow.”

The next day, I tried my best to cover the bruises, which somehow seemed to look worse than they had. Keeping my hair loose around my shoulders and pairing it with a thick jumper dress, I gave myself a quick once-over before I tried the door.

Breathing out a sigh of relief when it opened. I paused. I could hear men talking downstairs. One was unmistakably Greg, but I didn’t recognize the other two voices. Nerves settled over me and made me shake, and the relief I’d felt from having the door open disappeared.

Why were they here already? It was early. I’d never had a job interview in my own home before. Everything about it didn’t feel right.

“Are you going to stand up there all day, or are you going to come down and say hello to our guests?” Greg called out mockingly.

Taking a deep breath, I forced myself to smile. This was just a job interview, and I needed a job. There was no way we could stay in our little house if I didn’t. And if I decided to leave, then I would need a steady income as well. If I left, I would have to downsize, but that wasn’t a problem. I’d always thought it strange that we lived in a house when a small studio apartment would have done.

Hand on the bannister to steady myself, I took the stairs slowly. Each step made me wobble a little on my heeled boots. Greg met me on the last step. Pulling me into his arms, he walked me into the kitchen.

Two men were sitting at my small round table, both wearing expensive-looking suits and wool coats. One blond and one with dark hair that was greying at the temples. Both turned to look at me as I approached. Their eyes swept over me.

The blond said something I didn’t understand, and the other laughed.

“Gentleman, this is Lily.” Greg gave me a little push forward. “I think we can both agree that she is just what you are looking for.”

“She’s damaged,” The dark-haired one said through gritted teeth. “Who marked up her face like that?” He speared Greg to the spot with his eyes. “You?”