Page 55 of The Bratva's Hostage Bride

She blushes and kisses me back. “Let’s get going.”

“Excited much? We’ll take the Subaru.” I say, grabbing the keys off the hook in a box near the door.

“Is it fast?” she asks curiously. “Are you going to race?”

“I haven’t raced in years,” I chuckle. “But I like to represent.”

She nods and follows me to the garage where I keep my faster, sportier cars.

We drive out to the desert, where there are some abandoned bleachers. “This is just one of the places we meet up,” I explain as I navigate through the other cars to the front. We get out, and I lead her to the bleachers. Several people call out my name.

“And how do you make money?”

“A portion of the fees are paid to me to keep the cops off everyone’s tails, and of course, I gamble,” I say. I lead her to a spot at the top, and we sit down.

“Luka!” A girl squeals from the bottom of the bleachers. I give her a short wave, returning my attention to Hannah and giving her a soft kiss. Everyone needs to know who I am with.

Who belongs to me.

We watch as the cars line up and the races start. Hannah watches with intense concentration for a few hours before she turns to me. “Can you take me on the track?”

“Yes, this is the last race for the day. Afterward, I’ll take you on the track.” I smile and kiss her bare shoulder. Her skin is warm from the sun.

Once the race is done and everyone starts dispersing, I take her down to the car and put the air conditioning on. “Now, this isn’t a racing car, but it’s fast enough to be fun.”

“Okay,” she says and straps in.

I start the car and kick up the dust as I pull off, driving down the road at a hundred and forty miles per hour. She squeals, and I grin. It takes us almost half an hour to circle the whole route before I slow down and drive toward the city again.

“Did you enjoy that?” I ask.

“Yes,” she says breathlessly.

I glance at the time. “Why don’t we go get that shopping done?”

“Okay,” she says, a giant grin on her face. “What exactly are we shopping for?”

“Whatever clothes you want,” I say. “I’m going to give you the shopping experience of a lifetime. Just trust me.”

“Okay, I trust you.”

Those words hit me hard in the chest. She trusts me. That’s all I could want.

We arrive at the high-end mall, and I hold her hand as we walk into a giant clothing boutique. The women at the front recognize me and instantly fawn over me.

“Ladies, I’m here to spend a large amount of money on my wife. Can you show her a good time?” I ask. “I’ll sit here and wait for the fashion show.”

I sit on a sofa, and one of the ladies brings me a glass of champagne.

Hannah is ushered into the back, and after a few moments, she comes out wearing a new outfit. I smile and nod. “More.”

She giggles and goes back. I can hear the women fawning over how beautiful she is, naturally so, and how she would look great in any outfit I would buy for her.

A manager comes out of the back and looks at me. “Do we have a limit, sir?”

“Not at all,” I say. “Did I impose one to begin with?”

“Not at all, sir. We just wanted to make sure.” She scurries off, and I hear the ladies kick it up a notch. One after another, Hannah walks out wearing new clothes, and I see she’s definitely putting in her own input because it’s very much her style.

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