Page 38 of Bought to Bear Bratva Heir

I heard every single filthy thing he did. How he moaned their names and they screamed his. Because he wanted me to hear, and he wanted me to suffer.

Although suffer didn’t even come close to how it made me feel. I didn’t expect us to forgive and forget and act like a couple.I didn’t even expect us to be friends, but I did want a little respect.

That asshole had absolutely none for me.

And I was beginning to have even less back.

So yeah, I hated him.

The only thing that stopped me walking out the door was Alec, whose room was luckily soundproof, because how else did he sleep through all the sex his father was having all over the apartment?

Sighing, I stared out at the rain pelting down against the tall floor-to-ceiling windows. Rain was kind of apt for the mood I was in.

Getting out of this apartment would help. I loved spending time with Alec; he was my entire world, but I hadn’t left the apartment by myself in the entire month I had been back.

Maybe if I could just speak to someone who wasn’t a six-year-old boy, his constantly angry father, or the men who worked for him, I’d feel better. Because right now I felt like I was being suffocated.

"What are you reading?" Ilya's gruff voice came from right behind me where I was curled up on the sectional. Jumping, I dropped the book into my lap with a little scream.

Lifting his eyebrow, he waited for me.

"An old textbook I found in the library. It’s a little outdated, but it’s kind of amazing—" I lifted it for him to see.

"I don’t really care."

I couldn’t help it. I rolled my eyes. "Then why did you ask?" Flicking it open, I went back to reading. Or at least pretending to read. I couldn’t concentrate on the words. They were all just useless, meaningless black shapes.

"I just didn’t expect you to be out here."

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw a smile spread across his face. And I knew what that meant. He was about to have company.

Just great.

"I see." Gathering my book up, I untangled my limbs and stood. "I’d like to remind you that this is my night off, though."

His smile slipped. "Ah yes, you are just a—"

The elevator pinged.

"Yes, because that’s how you wanted it," I reminded him and headed towards the sanctuary of my room. I couldn’t believe he would do this. Not bringing random women back. He had done that a lot in the last few weeks, but bringing someone back when he knew it was my agreed night off.

"Daisy," he called out after me just as the most beautiful woman I had ever seen stepped out. Perfectly presented, her dark hair in loose waves around her heart-shaped face almost like the torrential rain hadn’t dared touch her.

I felt my heart twist. Now, she was the kind of woman a man like Ilya should be with.

"Hello." I lifted my hand in a friendly greeting that somehow didn’t sound fake at all. "Excuse me, I’ll give you two some privacy."

"Daisy," Ilya growled a warning again, and this time I did turn to him, my eyes flashing in a jealous rage that I had no right to feel. I couldn’t control what Ilya did. But I could control my reaction to it.

"I’ll be going out for the evening, Ilya. Have a good night." I nodded my head to both of them politely and almost ran to my room.

"Who is that?" I heard the second before I closed and locked my door. "Who is that, baby?"

I could almost imagine her laying her hand on his arm.

Ilya's sigh was loud. "Daisy, she is—well, she is Alexander’s—" another sigh and then he twisted the knife again, "nanny."

I didn’t know where I was going; all I knew was that if I had to spend one more night listening to Ilya bang another woman, then I was going to do something stupid. Like leave.