Page 82 of The Bratva Stalker's Ruthless Claim
She laughs.
Not offended.
Almost amused.
“Oh, I don’t need Mike,” she says casually.
She stops in front of me again, her sharp eyes locking onto mine.
“I only need you.”
A chill runs down my spine.
I swallow slowly. “What do you mean?”
She studies me for a moment, like she’s deciding how much to reveal.
Then she says, almost casually, “You’ll have to fly out with me.”
I blink. “What?”
“I can’t explain the plan here,” she continues smoothly. “It’s something I have to show you. Once you see it, you’ll understand everything.”
I let out a slow breath of disbelief.
“You must be joking,” I say flatly. “If you think I’m flying anywhere with you.”
Her expression doesn’t change.
In fact, she looks almost like she’s about to burst into a laugh.
“You don’t really have a choice,” she replies. “Now that I have you…I can’t exactly let you go.”
Anger flares hot in my chest.
“I’ll fight you,” I say, my voice sharp. “With everything I have. And I will never—never—work with you.”
For a moment, she just looks at me.
Then she sighs softly and shakes her head.
“That’s a pity.”
Her tone is strangely sincere.
“I really like you, Ellie. I admire your work. I think you’re brilliant.” She pauses, her red lips curling into a small smile. “You would be a wonderful addition to my team.”
I open my mouth to respond and ask what team, but she lifts a hand slightly, stopping me before I can speak.
“Don’t answer yet,” she says calmly.
She turns and begins walking toward the door.
“I’ll leave you alone for a while,” she adds over her shoulder. “Think about it.”
She reaches the doorway and pauses briefly.
“I’ll come back in a few minutes to hear what you have to say.”
