Glazov (Born Bratva book 1)
“Glazov never dropped his gaze from my face and just shooed her away with his hand as if she were some pest. Though his outward appearance remained calm, I knew he was pissed, and it only made me even more fearful. I didn’t know what he was going to do.
I straightened my back and squared my shoulders before I spoke, “What do you want from me, Glazov?”
He snarled as he leaned over the table and hissed, “I want you!”
“Why?” I answered.
“You have the fucking audacity to question my motives, Ptichka?”
“Yes, I do. Am I just property to you, or do you actually care about me?”
“Both! Now, get your fucking ass up, and don’t you dare make a scene,” he growled.
I was led out to a limo and driven to a tarmac where he escorted me onto his plane.
I sat in the seat and immediately started protesting.
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