Page 59 of The Bratva's Beast

Chapter 31

Hanna

Shooting up from the bed, my hand instinctively went for the gun I hid under my mattress.

The racing of my heart matched the erratic rattling of the doorknob, pumping my adrenaline through my heightening body.

Glancing over to the stovetop, I saw it to be 3 AM.

"Tigress?" Stepan's groggy voice sounded behind me after shuffling off the bed. "Expecting company?"

Stepan quickly pulled his pants on, as he'd only been in his boxers.

"At three in the fucking morning?" I deadpanned with a downward tilt of my head at him.

"You are so not living here after tonight." Stepan groaned tiredly, running his hand down his face before bending down to pick up his revolver and readying it. "And that is one issue I'm not compromising on. Come morning, you're packing your shit up and moving into my place."

"I think the fuck not." I argued with an angry pout.

"You have people attempting a break in at three in the fucking morning. Also, the security of this place is worse than shit. I could pick the damn locks with no hands. Hell, I'm surprised the damn locks even remotely work. I am not risking your safety living here, so I am not compromising on this issue one bit. Besides, you're going to be living with me either way, doesn't hurt that it's sooner than later." Stepan kept his voice down as he spoke, probably to avoid tipping off the person on the other side of the door.

"You can't just start dictating my life just because we had mind blowing sex. Who said anything about engaging with you any further than bed?" Okay, pretty sure I did earlier when I agreed to give him the reigns to my life, but I was pissed at him for making such a huge decision so soon and wanted to argue with him for the sake of it. "You're not in charge of me."

Oh, that did it. Stepan's face tensed for a moment with annoyance before relaxing darkly. "Remember this later when you are getting punished. For now, put a shirt on before I have to shoot out the eyes of whoever is beyond that door for laying eyes on is mine." He wasn't done, far from it.

A chill ran through my body at the realization of my nakedness. In my rush to grab a weapon to defend myself, the thought of throwing something on flew over my head. Well, the element of shock would have been good to use against the enemy when they see a naked woman pointing a gun at them.

Now, it would be reasonable to put some clothes on before the person successfully picks the lock and breaks in, but I wanted to shove it in Stepan's face right now.

"You don't got what it takes to shoot both their eyes out." I egged him with a grin. "You can't do it, your aim isn't that good."

Though well hidden, I could see that my words still got to him by the subtle twitching of his eye and the corner of his lips when it threatened to fall into a scowl. His eyes narrowed slightly at me as a warning for me to cut my shit out.

"If you can even take out one eye, I bet you can't get the second one." I continued to goad him with an uppity attitude and smile.

"Little ti—"

Stepan didn't get a chance to finish his sentence as the door flew open. Two quick gunshots tore and shook the air not even a second later, and the poor man who'd been the first to show his face ended up with two bullet holes through his head, specifically his eyes.

Holy shit. That was hot.

I couldn't help but admire Stepan in that instant. The way he barely glanced over before his muscles flexed from pulling the trigger twice in a hair of a second. God, he looked damn sexy, so much that I couldn't help my pussy from clenching in arousal.

"Clothes. Now." He demanded in a dangerously low and gravelly voice before kicking his discarded shirt up from the floor at me.

"Yes, sir." My free hand caught the shirt as it fell.

Quickly, I slipped on the forest green button-up and haphazardly buttoned the thing up so it could swallow my tiny body before rolling the sleeves up to free my hands.

A look of hunger and appreciation crossed his face before his cool, calm façade replaced it. His head snapped towards the door as five men filed in, warily stepping over their buddy whose brains were blown out.

"Wow, would have been appreciated to have a heads up about a gang bang, I might have put out the fun toys if you did." I joked with a dry chuckle while aiming at one of the men.

"We just want the girl, so walk away." One of the men spoke up, the only one not shaking in their pants.

"H-hey man, maybe we should forget this, do you know who they are?" It seems like one of them has a brain cell working, or at the very least, a sense of self-preservation.

"We outnumber them you idiot, so why would it matter who they—"

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