Page 23 of Reclaimed By My Ex’s Bratva Brother

I pulled the gun from my waistband. Pavel's face finally changed. Fear flashed in his eyes before he forced it down.

"You'll go to hell."

"Maybe." I pressed the barrel to his forehead.

Pavel's face had gone white. He opened his mouth like he wanted to say something. I pulled the trigger, didn't give him the chance.

I walked out of the warehouse. Gleb stood outside, immediately turning at my footsteps.

"Clean it up."

"Understood, Pakhan."

His phone rang. He glanced at the screen, expression shifting.

"We found her."

Everything was under my control.

No one escaped from me. Briony thought leaving my bed was an ending, thought I'd allow it.

When I stood in front of her, she'd understand. When a relationship ended was never for her alone to decide.

NOW.

Her soft body collided with mine. My hand caught her waist, palm pressing against that full curve and tightening. She'd been watching me through that glass moments ago, cheeks flushed, blonde hair bright. Now her face was pale, hair disheveled.

I came here because I'd always thought wedding planning companies were perfect for moving money—no fixed prices, a money laundering paradise. A good opportunity. And I could take that girl who challenged me too.

But when my thumb brushed over her swollen wrist and she flinched slightly, I didn't feel the thrill of conquest. Just inexplicable irritation.

I looked up at the bastard who'd touched her. He clutched his deformed wrist, forehead covered in cold sweat. He wanted to curse but stopped when he saw my face.

"Mr. Petrov? What are you doing here?"

Of course he recognized me. He'd been standing at the door, bowing and scraping not long ago.

"What were you just doing?"

"You misunderstand." He forced an ugly smile, rushing to explain. "This employee refused to follow orders. I was going to take her out to cool down."

I glanced at Briony, still shocked in my arms. The fury in my chest burned hotter.

"Your idea of cooling down is grabbing an employee, ignoring her struggle, and violently dragging her away?"

"Mr. Petrov." He still tried to maintain dignity, but his voice weakened. "She openly defied her supervisor, disrupted office order, wouldn't accept management. I was just following company policy."

As if calling it "management" made what he'd done acceptable.

"If talking dirty and pulling open a female employee's collar counts as management—" The girl who'd been frozen spoke up. "Then Briony really wasn't very cooperative."

This idiot had sexually harassed Briony. I should crack his soccer ball head open and see what the hell was inside.

"Winnie, shut up!" He turned and yelled at the girl.

"You were loud enough that you couldn't have expected only Briony to hear."

Winnie didn't back down. She glanced around the office.