His Bratva Princess

Chapter 32

Viktor

   The drive is silent to Farrells estate. Antoni sits next to me on the passenger side tapping his thigh, Alex and Nik sit in the back of the car. Quinn and his men drive in the car behind us to the estate as well as 50 extra men from each side. We are going to get my girl. And I'm going to kill anyone that has touched her.
       We pull up a block away from the estate, to be as discreet as possible. We are all dressed in incognito. As we reach close to the estate, Alex and Declan break off with their snipers to hide and prepare to have the upper hand. Both men are our best long shots. They take a few men with them for guarding.
       Antoni, Quinn and I split into 3 groups with our men. "Shoot anyone you see, we find Sofia and get her out," Antoni demands.
      With Antoni now being capo of the Italian estate, he makes the orders instead of his father. My now father in law. Sofia and I didn't even spend an hour together married without something happening. I should have told her how much I love her. I was waiting for the honey moon. Now I've learned there's no time to waste with her.
I pat Antoni on the back. My form of comfort. He's worried about Sofia too.
With that, we take our positions and prepare to get my girl back. My wife.

Sofia

"Here we have number 32. She's an all time prize and a rare gem. Sofia Volkov, wife of Viktor Volkov. We're starting this bid off at 20 million," the speaker finishes his speech about me.
I stand there, feeling more exposed then I ever have in my entire life. They moved me from my concrete room to this show room. Theres approximately 50 other women, dressed in similar outfits to my own. They're selling us to these seedy men.
"And we have a taker for 20 million! Do we have one for 25? Oh yes! 25! Any takers for 30?" The number continues to get higher and higher whilst I stand here like a trophy. I have no choice in the matter.
I miss my family. I miss Viktor. There's so many unsaid things that I wish I had of said before. I hope Mila is okay.
"And we have a taker for 70 million dollars! A record number-" the speaker is soon cut off and screams from the other girls are echoing through the room as the speaker falls to the ground with a gun shot wound.
I take this as my moment to run while all the other girls are running. I look for an exit and quickly take it. I don't know where I'm going, I just continue to run. I see an exit to outside and am about to take it until I'm grabbed into someone's chest. I scream and wriggle about attempting to escape my captor.
"Sofia! It's me! Antoni, it's me Antoni," my big brother exclaims and turns me around.
"Antoni? Oh my god Antoni thank god," I break down into his arms. "Dimitri took me and he shot lev... and I just stood there. There was nothing I could do. They took me and then Dimitri touched me. Oh god he touched me and they were going to sell me. Oh my God Antoni I was so scared," I cry like I've never cried before in my brothers arms.
"Ssshh. I know, I know, I know, it's going to be okay. You're safe now," he whispers hugging me tightly.
He carries me outside, as I'm too weak to walk. I ignore the sounds of shooting coming from all directions. Antoni places me down in the back of the car and makes a phone call whilst I sit there feeling dirty and disgusting.
"Where's Viktor Antoni?" I whisper.
"I'm here," his familiar husky voice speaks. I look up and look at him and feel something I haven't felt in a long time. Peace. His emerald eyes stare at me, looking so so broken. His dark brown hair is completely disheveled, I've never seen it look so messy. Relief courses through my body. I stand up and although my body screams at me in pain, I run to him and jump into his arms,
       Viktor wraps his arms around me and hugs me gently but tightly at the same time. He places his head in the crook of my head and breathes out a sigh of relief.
"Viktor! Oh my gosh, thank god," I exclaim. I keep my legs wrapped around his waist and arms wrapped around his neck so tight. I never want to let go.
He pulls out faces apart and looks me over, I see the anger brewing in his eyes but he doesn't say anything. "I'm so sorry Sofia. I didn't know he was the rat. I never wanted you to get hurt. I'm so so sorry," he repeats.
I shut him up by kissing him. He tentatively responds, I know he feels too hard to kiss me. He's probably filled with fear of hurting me.
We pull away and he places his forehead on my own, "you have nothing to apologise for, husband," I whisper.
"But I do. I'm supposed to protect you and I thought I could trust someone that ended up being someone that hurt you. Now I can't trust really anyone with you at all," he swallows harshly.
"Viktor. Just take me home," I plead.
He strokes my cheek gently and trails it down to my neck and strokes it. His jaw clenches but he doesn't say anything about it.
"I'll take you home," he whispers and carries me to the car.