All Chapters of The Bratva Biker Girl: Chapter 121 - Chapter 125

I should have known the Bratva would use me like this.When I reached out to Alecsander using my father's name, they could not do enough for me at first, rescuing me from the Castle, putting me up in a luxury room at the Embassy and feeding me. He charmed me, and I should have been on my guard, but after everything that had happened to me, I was vulnerable, and he used that very quickly. I had only been there a couple of days when he told me about the Ball. I tried to refuse his invitation, but it soon became very clear to me that saying no is not an option. So, here I am, dressed up like a pretty doll, on the arm of the Ambassador, trying not to trip over my own feet as I am led down the stairs. I am their prize.

When I come out of the bathroom, he is gone, and the relief I feel is tangible. I know for a fact that if he had stayed, I would have given in to him. It had taken all of my strength to resist him, my traitorous body on fire from his touch. He knows how to play my body like a fine instrument, and he knows it. I crawl onto the bed and curl into the pillows, falling asleep almost instantly. At this point, I have no idea where he has me locked away, and when I wake, I feel disoriented and hungry, but I notice the sky is still light, so I slip out of bed and walk to the window. My heart starts to beat faster when I can see the window is sealed. Turning, I check the other one and find that it is sealed too, so when I see people walking down below me, I start banging on the glass. I notice a couple of people look up, and the confusion on their faces makes me panic.

When I woke up again, the sun was high in the sky, and I was alone. No Doctors, no nurses and especially no Killian. I moved my limbs tentatively, and although there were a few twinges here and there, nothing was broken, and I didn't appear to have any stitches. Slowly, I pulled myself into a sitting position and looked around; apart from the steady beep-beep of the machines, the room was silent and empty. I did not hesitate; removing the cannula, I pulled the plug on the machines, silencing them all. Slipping out of the bed, I grabbed my clothes and headed for the bathroom. Dressing quickly, I was out of that room as fast as my legs could carry me, keeping to the shadows. I found an exit door at the back of the Medical Centre, probably used for deliveries, and then I was out in the late afternoon sunshine. I knew the score by now and moved as fast as I could around the perim