His Bratva Princess

Chapter 17

Sofia's Pov

"Hi ma'am, would you like tea or coffee?" The middle aged flight attended asks me with a bright smile on her face.
"Um, coffee please. Oat milk and two sugars," I offer her a small smile.
Coffee probably isn't the best choice for me at this very moment. I've already been nervously going back and forth between the toilet. Hopefully the almond milk will settle down the effects lactose has on my body. I can't justify anything regarding the coffee, however.
       So far I've been on the plane for 2 hours and I've only got an hour and a half remaining. I don't know how or why I got the courage to get up and leave. I also don't know how I got past the many security guards there are. What I do know is Viktor seriously needs to review his security because it is definitely not top notch.
       My phone has been blasted with hundreds of messages mostly from Viktor and I can tell you he most definitely is not happy. His last message reads 'when I come and get you, your ass is gonna be punished and spanked red' I gulp at his message and hate how much I like it.
      I needed this escape. It may not be for long or permanent, but I really needed it. I've never been outside the walls of my confinements at home. I knew the risks I'd take if I left and I still do. That Viktor will most likely find me. Or my father. If it's my father I will be murdered brutally.
      An hour and a half later I'm walking off the plane with my head held high and ready to sight see. "Welcome! Welcome!" The lady at the resort I'm staying at smiles at me with open arms. She guides me to my room after checking in and leaves me to settle in. I drop my bags on the ground and immediately walk to the doors that lead out to the balcony. I gasp at the gorgeous view. Past the vast array of trees, the ocean gleams a baby blue. I need to go there, now. I take my key with me and begin my journey to the beach.
        Once I arrive, I check out the small stores and try a few different food places. Once im finished, I walk to the beach and set my towel down. I strip off my yellow sundress and place it in my bag then lay down on the towel. Raising my hand, I look at my left hand where my finger remains naked. Viktor has not given me a ring yet and I'm shocked that he didn't place a rock on my finger the moment he could. As we have all established, he loves making sure everyone in a 100 mile radius knows who I 'belong' to. I hope he is concerned where I am. I hope he is angry and I hope he is upset. This whole situation has made me angry and upset. I know though, if I were to say no to my father that it would not go well at all. I would probably be written off from the family and sent on the streets. If news came out to the wrong person that Sofia Russo was out on the streets, who knows what would happen?
          I spend the day lounging on the beach, reading a book and darkening my already brown skin. As the sun sets, I decide it's finally time to call it a day and I begin my journey back to the hotel.
     "Had a good day miss Evans?" the concierge asks me. I almost walk past him, until I realise it's me he's talking to. Im miss Evans. I had to change my name to make it harder for anyone to find me. I know Viktor will find me eventually, he's essentially Capo now of the Russian Mafia. As soon as Viktor and I are married, the deed is done. I just needed this. I need the space, even if it's just for a little bit. After ordering room service and having a couple drinks, I decide to call it a night.

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     I wake up to the sound of shuffling. At first, I think it's from outside my room until I hear the noise again and realise the noise is coming from my hotel room. My eyes spring open and I feel my body freeze at the feel of someone's presence beside me. I turn my head slightly and see a large build with a whiskey glass in hand, sitting down on a seat pulled up next to the bed. My body relaxes at the smell of fresh pine and musk and the feel of his presence. Viktor. The moonlight hits his face and I can make out his features. Green eyes glistening, sharpened jaw with a cleaned up stubble adorning his face.
        "Viktor?" I whisper and switch the lamp on. He swigs back the whiskey, effectively emptying the entire glass and then places it on the bedside table. He doesn't say a word and stares at me, green to brown. He is PISSED. How did I not hear him entering the apartment? I would definitely be the most ideal person to kidnap at this stage.
       "Had a nice day? Had a nice flight? Oh wait... I don't ever fucking recall organising this little trip," he snarls at me.
      "I needed this Viktor! I needed the space, I needed to get away. We are getting married in 2 fucking days! I knew you'd find me. But you wouldn't have let me go if I had of asked. You're just like my father. Controlling. Women don't get a fucking say in their own lives," I yell, throwing my hands in the air. He stands and grabs my wrist gently but firmly and pulls me up onto my knees on the bed. He bends down so we are eye level and glares at me.
       "Don't you dare say that ever again. I would have granted you whatever you wished. I would have left with you as soon as you asked because I would do fucking anything to make you happy. Don't you understand? I would follow you wherever you go, I would get on my fucking knees for you in front of a million men. I would burn my entire empire down just for you. I would try and live... for YOU. So don't you dare say you don't get a life with me. I will give you whatever the fuck you want, as long as you're safe and I can guarantee your safety."
        His words hit me like a knife deep in my heart, the meaning behind his statement makes my heart feel heavy and my eyes burn with tears. I push him away to keep my heart safe. Bratva men aren't exactly known to be the most faithful to their women. Their lives are also at risk every second of the day. He drops to his knees so we are eye level and grabs my face with one hand.
   "You get a say in your life with me Sofia," he whispers.
      "Just not with marrying you?" I retort. He sighs and drops his hand from my face and shakes his head.
      "You can't do shit like this. There are dangerous people everywhere. It's like you're waving a flag around saying 'look at me!' by coming out here all by yourself. You are marrying a Capo, Sofia. You cannot disappear as you please. You need constant protection. If you knew what was going on, you wouldn't want to leave my side at all. I don't want you to leave my side." He plays with my curly brown hair with a look of desperation on his face for me to hear what he is saying.
       "What's going on Viktor?" I question, my heart rate spiking instantly.
       "I can't tell you, lyubov'. Not yet," he sighs and places his forehead on mine. "Can I take you home, please?" he pleads.
      I sigh and sit back on my bottom and place my head between my hands. So much for having a nice relaxing time away.
  "Yes. Yes, you can take me home."

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