Hunted By The Bratva Beast: A Bratva Stalker/Captive Romance, Jagger Cole [good books to read for 12 year olds .txt] 📗

the airbag and my seatbelt. But I twist and level the gun at the legs approaching my driver’s side door. I grit my teeth and squeeze the trigger. The man roars, blood exploding from his shin as he goes down. I shoot him again, ending him this time.

But instantly, gunfire rakes the side of the car. I scream as shrapnel and glass shower me. The airbag pops, and I shove it down to jab the gun through the shattered windshield. I start to fire at the approaching men through the rain, screaming when they start shooting back.

I’m pinned, and I don’t have an extra clip of ammo. My heart races, and I scramble to try and unhook my seatbelt. I look up through the windshield and see more men with guns approaching the car. My pulse thuds in my ears, and the panic rises with it. I sob and try to rip my seatbelt off, but I’m totally stuck.

Outside, the men raise their guns, and I squeeze my eyes shut. The sound of a machine gun rips through the night, and I scream and wince. But when I hear men roaring and screaming in Russian, my eyes open. My mouth falls open.

The men approaching me are dropping like flies. The gunfire is coming from behind me, and I gasp when I hear something huge suddenly thud down on the car, rocking it. The men outside scramble to run off, leaving their dead or wounded as they dive into three SUV’s and roar off.

And then, it’s silent. I blink, feeling the warm blood still trickling down my face. The weight on top of the upside-down car shifts, and suddenly two huge feet hit the concrete next to my window. I gasp, feeling my heart flip into my throat.

Huge hands reach down, and they almost rip the whole dented door off getting it open. A knife flashes as it jabs through the open door. I scream, but the blade slices through the seatbelt. It drops, and two huge hands catch me as I drop out of the upside-down seat.

My head is foggy and spinning. It’s still raining, and I can hear sirens approaching. The huge arms pull me from the wreckage of my car. I look up, and my breath catches when I see the piercing blue eyes I already knew I’d find. My hand weakly raises. But he grits his jaw and gently pulls the bullet-less gun from my hand.

“Not this time,” he growls heavily. I let him take the gun. I let him scoop me into his muscled, huge arms. I let him lean down, and I ache for everything that’s played out in my filthy dreams as his lips move to mine.

He pauses for one second, his mouth inches from mine. I’m trembling, my heart thudding in my chest as I look up into his gorgeous, dangerous, and somehow familiar eyes.

But then the moment breaks. And I know there’s nothing in this world that could stop this kiss.

His mouth crushes to mine. I moan at the intensity of it, but I hungrily open my lips for him. I whimper into the kiss as he growls into my mouth. His huge hands cradle me effortlessly. His savageness seems to radiate off of his enormous body, looming over me, shielding me from the rain.

My arms go around his neck, and I kiss him desperately. But suddenly, he hisses and pulls away. His hand yanks up, and I flinch when he pulls the trigger on his gun. I glance behind me, staring at the last of the hitmen who crumples to the ground.

The sirens are getting closer. My mystery man pulls back, his face grim.

“You must lay down.”

“Who…” my head spins. My words slur. And I know it’s more than rain that’s trickling down the side of my head.

“Lay down, little one,” he grunts in a thick Russian accent.

“Kto ty?” I murmur. Who are you?

“Lay still. Help is coming.” He starts to stand. Out of panic, my hands grab his soaked t-shirt, pulling him back to me.

“Wait, please…”

“Lay down, little one,” he murmurs again. “You will be safe. I will always make sure you are safe.” His eyes hold mine magnetically, burning hotly in the rain and the smell of gun smoke and burnt rubber.

“Kto ty?” I mumble as my vision starts to go black. “Kto ty—”

“I am yours, Nina,” he growls. “I’m yours.”

The lights dim. I try and focus on his gorgeous eyes and deep, growly voice. But slowly, it all fades away.

7 Nina

“Nina?”

I frown, my eyes still closed. I can feel consciousness slowly fading in. My brow furrows as I hear my name again. A soft hand pushes hair from my face. With a gasp, my eyes fly open, and I sit bolt upright.

“Whoa! Whoa! Hang on there, lady.”

It’s Fiona leaning over me, frowning with concern—or, I’m pretty sure it’s Fiona. My glasses are off, and my vision is blurred.

“My… my glasses.”

“I have them.”

The sound of my brother’s voice calms me. A figure approaches, and I feel his hands pressing my glasses into mine. I slowly slip them on, and suddenly, things come into focus. My pulse is still racing through as I slowly take in my surroundings.

I blink at the bright lights and white walls and realize I’m in a hospital room. But I’m surrounded familiar faces, at least. Fiona and Viktor are on either side of my hospital bed. But behind them are Lev, Zoey, and Nikolai.

“How do you feel?”

I frown as I turn to look up at Viktor.

“Like I got hit by a truck.”

His face is lined and grim. “Well, you were.”

“The doctors say you’re going to be okay, Nina,” Fiona says gently, squeezing my arm comfortingly. “But they’re going to keep you for a night or two to monitor stuff. You banged your head pretty good,” she frowns. I raise a hand up to the side of my head and wince when I touch bandage.

“How bad?”

“Nothing they’re worried about, but I’m flying a neurologist