Page 20 of The Bratva's Forced Bride

“I can run you a bath if you like, sir?” she offers.

“No, thank you. I’ll shower once I’ve eaten.” My head is pounding as I sit up properly and begin by eating my sandwich.

I have a busy day ahead of me.

And another.

And another.

Where has the time gone? I still regret my hangover when we gather at Asher’s house on Wednesday. It’s me, Luka, Arseny, Currie, Renat and the guards. Penny is on her way to help Asher transition.

I look around her house. Lots of knick-knacks. She’s a hoarder compared to my simple life. The guys are busy packing up the little things. It’s gotten hot, so I’ve pulled my t-shirt off and tucked it in the back of my pants. The sweat drips down my body as though I’m in a shower, and I’m amused at Asher’s surprise when she comes out of the bedroom and looks at me.

Maybe seducing her won’t be as hard as I think it will be.

Arseny and Luka have also taken their shirts off, so Asher’s attention is quickly drawn to them, which irritates me. I don’t want her to look at my brothers at all. I turn to see them carrying boxes of stuff out to the moving van. Their muscles flexing, and sweat dripping down their bodies as well. The tattoos on their bodies reflect their passions.

Asher follows them out, talking to Luka, and I frown. I go into her bedroom, and she’s busy packing her clothes. I go to grab a box and notice handcuffs on the bed. This just gets better and better.

I grab the box and head out toward the moving van. I stop Asher as she passes me, and I murmur. “Nice cuffs. I hope I can try them on you.”

She doesn’t even blush as she looks at me seriously. “I’m not the one they’re used on, honey.”

She walks with great confidence back to the house, and I’m left with my jaw dropped. She surprises me a lot.

I don’t think any woman has ever been able to surprise me this much in all the years I’ve lived in Las Vegas. And I’ve known a lot of women in my life.

She’s young and hot and confident, and I want to bury myself in her tits. They’re so big they have to be comfy. A ‘D’ cup, at least, if not bigger. More than a handful for me.

I take the box to the van, where Luka is standing watching me.

“I still don’t like this, Danil,” he says.

I grab his face and pull him close. “We don’t meddle in each other's affairs. Now, what is done is done. You need to move on, brother. You have more pressing business to deal with than who Asher is sleeping next to and which cars are racing tonight. It’s time you take some responsibility and actually work for the family.”

I release him, and he rubs his jaw, sufficiently scolded. I see Arseny standing nearby, looking smug that Luke, the golden child of the family, is in trouble.

“Back to work, Arseny,” I snap.

They both hurry back to the house.

Hard work never hurt anyone, and these boys could definitely use more of it. When I was younger, Kervyn had me running around doing everything he could think of. These two have had it easy in comparison.

Asher, she’s just a reward I’ve long waited for. One I didn’t know I needed. She intoxicates me like a forbidden fruit in the forbidden gardens. I look over as Penny pulls up to the house and parks next to the curb.

I go over and open her door for her.

“Thank you, Danil,” she says quietly. I know I’m in shit with her because I’m married to her best friend.

I don’t really care.

Chapter 8 - Asher

I won’t lie; with his shirt off and sweat dripping off his body, Danil is a sight to behold. I quickly distract myself with his brothers, though, and I’m rather proud when I see his face turn sour out of the corner of my eye.

I walk with Luka. “Is there really nothing you can do?” I ask. “Surely you can get it annulled.”

“I can’t go against Danil, Asher. It’s his private affairs.” He pushes the box onto the moving van. “But if you need anything else at all, I’ll be there.”

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