Dancing for the Badman (Russian Bratva Book 3) by Hayley Faiman Read Free Book Online Page B

is not the boy I love. He’s a man now, and the man is so very different from the boy I once knew.
    “What does Kiska know of me?” he asks after I clean up our lunch.
    “That we were very much in love and that she was made in love. She knows that it was unsafe for us to be near you for a while. I have not lied to her, but I have not been brutally honest,” I admit. He nods.
    “Thank you for not hiding me from her,” he says. I smile.
    “Will you whore me out, Kirill? Will you whore her?” I blurt out, recalling the conversation I had with Agent Green from earlier.
    “Who in the fuck told you I would do that?” he shouts. It startles me. I shake my head once. He doesn’t need to ask, not really.
    “That guy is a prick, Tatyana, and if you believed him, then you are a stupid bitch,” he announces. My hackles rise.
    I will take his shit, but I will not take him calling me a bitch for something like this.
    “Well, he didn’t lie about you being part of the Russian Mafia, Kirill. He told me that two of your men were given their wives as some kind of paid debt. He told me that one of them, his sister was sold at the age of twelve as a sex slave. Was he wrong about all of it?” I yell.
    “You tread on thin ice, Tati,” Kirill warns. He doesn’t answer me, and that omission tells me all I need to know.
    “I have a nine-year-old daughter; do I need to worry about this?” I ask, lowering my voice.
    “My daughter is a Printsessa. She will never be a whore,” he grinds out between clenched teeth.
    “Will she be bartered in marriage?” I ask, quirking a brow.
    “If she is, it will be a good match.”
    Without thinking, without recalling his warning from the night before, I reach out in heated anger and I slap him.
    The only thing I can think about is that he will take away my daughter’s right to choose her own husband, her own future. In so many words, he will indeed whore my baby out.
    Quick as lightning, his hand comes out and the back of it slashes across my face, sending me to the ground. I close my eyes and I wait for more.
    “Do not test me, Tatyana. I will be back when it is time to get Kiska from school. You no longer have rights to make decisions on your own. Your reign as the head of your household is now over. It would be in your best interest to comply and not fight me. I warned you if you struck me again you would not enjoy the consequences. You better learn how to control your Russian temper a bit better,” he chuckles before he steps over me and walks away, quietly closing the door behind him.
    I stay in the middle of my floor, my hand covering the place where he backhanded me. It doesn’t hurt too badly. He wasn’t too ruthless; I have a feeling he could have hit me about a hundred times harder.
    This was my warning , his proof that he was not just giving me an idle threat before. He meant it. If I hit him again, I will not like the consequences of my actions. I feel like a child. I feel like I have lost a piece of myself as well.
    My freedom is over .
    I used to dream of him finding us and taking us to wherever he was.
    Now I dread it .
    Dreams turned into realities are not always how we envisioned them to be.
     
     

     
    I have hurt her. Hit her. I hate myself a little more in this moment. I had to leave. I have no friends that I can call, since we are all keeping a low profile. Communication is minimum with the FBI on our asses.
    Agent fucking Ryan fucking Green— pain in my ass .
    I decide to call the only man I know that I can truly, one hundred percent trust. He needs to know what I have discovered, anyway. He deserves to know what I have discovered.
    “Hello,” his voice is raspy, probably with sleep. I did not think of the time difference, but I do not care.
    “I have found her,” I murmur.
    It is close to midnight and the old man must have been dozing off.
    “Tatyana?” he asks, sounding perkier.
    “Yes, Tati and Kiska,” I say.
    “Kiska?” he asks in