All Chapters of The Bratva Biker Girl: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

I know I'm pushing luck. deliberately antagonising a very powerful, sadistic man, but I can't seem to stop myself. Pushing open the double doors to the reception rooms, I stride inside, coming to a stop when I see it is full of people dressed in designer suits and cocktail dresses. I am definitely inappropriately dressed in my jeans and shirt, and I hear my guards snicker as all eyes turn to me, but I do not back down. Lifting my head, I stare at Santino defiantly, fully expecting to be sent back to the room and locked down for openly disobeying him. Instead, a slow smile spreads across his face, and he signals to his guards to bring me to him.'Signore e signori, vorrei presentarvi la mia ultima acquisizione, la Principessa Russa, Tavisha Khusnova. Una giovane donna che, evidentemente, non comprende le usanze della nostra mafia italiana. Una cosa a cui sto per porre rimedio immediatamente.' [Ladies and Gentlemen, I would like to introduce you to my latest acquisition, the Russian Pri

I looked up as the two women entered my tiny cell. I had been kept in isolation for a full week, no contact with anyone, my meals, only bread and water, were pushed through a slot at the bottom of the door. I was so hungry my stomach growled whenever I lay down on the small bed they had left in the room. It was a hard slot bed with a thin mattress and one thin blanket, so my body ached from trying to sleep on it. The only thing that had kept me going this week was my exercise routine. It was something I had devised on that first day alone, and I knew I had to do something to keep my mind occupied and my body supple, or I would have lain on that bed and cried all the time. So I don't react when the two women bustle into my cell carrying bags and sighing,'No, no, questo non va affatto bene. Sergi, non possiamo lavorare in questa stanza. Ci serve un posto più grande.'

Romeo opened the door to the ballroom, and I lifted my chin. I was going to make a statement and show that I was not afraid of him. All the noise in the room stopped as heads turned towards me, and my eyes locked on those hard, ocean blue ones. Forcing myself not to react, I walked slowly and confidently toward him, deliberately ignoring everyone else, even though I knew every eye was on me. My snarky comment made him angry, and when he hissed that I had not obeyed his orders, my heart sank for the two women who had helped me dress. I was about to argue further when my eyes met the gentle brown ones of Matteo, and heat flooded my body. He looked gorgeous in his black designer suit and white dress shirt, and I gave him a wide smile, instinctively turning towards his warmth nd asking where he had been. Before he could reply, Santino grabbed my wrist so tightly I thought he would break it, pulling me against his hard chest, and he hissed into my ear that where Matteo had been was none of

'Why hadn't I killed him?'The thought buzzed through my head as he dragged me to his bedroom. 'Why couldn't I pull the trigger?'I knew they would have killed me; his guards would have emptied their guns into my body, but would that have been a bad thing? I wasn't stupid. I knew exactly why Santino had brought me to his bedroom. I could read the lust in his eyes when he tossed me onto the bed. Then he spanked me again, and this time, to my eternal shame, my body responded. He knew it. The minute my body responded to him, he cuffed me to his bed and spread my legs. His eyes locked onto my core hungrily, taking in how wet I was, my traitorous body wanting him as desperately as he wanted me. He wasted no time thrusting his hu

I had not expected to wake up. When the darkness took me, I had felt nothing. Opening my eyes to find myself in a hospital was confusing. I had looked at the machines in surprise.'Wh, what happened?'I managed to croak out, and the Nurse looked at me with a frown. Clearly, she did not understand English. She patted my hand and indicated the door 'Medico.' [Doctor]She said, which I guess was easy enough to convert into English.I lay still, watching the door and the young man who entered, who hardly looked old enough to be qualified.'Principessa, it is good to se you are awake. How do you feel?'I looked at him in disbelief and could not stop my anger bubbling up like a volcano. 'I feel wonderful, Doctor. Perhaps everyone should try drowning for health reasons.'I snarked at him, wishing I were strong enough to get out of the damn bed and slap his patronising face.'How the fuck d