Page 68 of Secret Bratva Twins

“You came right on time,” he said without looking at me. “You have one last thing to do before you draw your last breath, Paul. Apologize to her.”

My father croaked and barked a short laugh, the incredulity glinting in his dying eyes. “You’ve got to be fucking kidding—ow! Dammit!”

Maxim kicked his groin. “Beg for her fucking forgiveness, you fucking bastard!” I had never seen him so mad. “I want you to apologize for making her go through the hell you created. And I want you to do it now. I will not ask twice.”

My father’s gaze sifted through the room and fell on mine. For the first time, I saw something similar to regret swimming through his irises. Fear for Maxim? I couldn’t tell, but it was right there.

“Seeing that this son of a bitch has a gun to my head, I have no choice but to apologize to you. I shouldn’t have hurt your children yet. Maybe I could have kidnapped his dumbass instead. I guess it’s already too late to do that...” He laughed maniacally, a sound that made me shiver. “You will forever be my little girl, Gianna. My best creation—”

Pop.

The echo of the bullet going through his skull was carried with a muffled shriek that left my lips. A thick pool of red formed under his head, and it was the only confirmation I needed to know that he was very dead.

Chapter 26 - Maxim

Two birds played in the air over the trees by the iron gate downstairs. They twirled in the air, fluttering their wings, chirping excitedly, as they descended closer and closer towards the guard’s post. Two of my men tried to ward them off with the butt of their guns, but they paid them no heed. Just kept dancing to whatever tune had them excited in the first place.

I took the cigarette between my fingers to my lips and sucked. I didn’t need the smoke. It was already a warm afternoon, but with what I had planned for the evening, my nerves wouldn’t stop kicking.

It was clear they were in love—the two birds. I kept watching them. And it was crazy how they reminded me of Gianna and myself: their ignorance of the world around them and the way they relished in their bliss. It reminded me of six years ago when I knew without a doubt that I had found the woman for me. Then, it had seemed that the world revolved around us, and I’d wanted nothing else except a life with her.

I dusted off the forming ash from the butt of the cigar and watched as it slowly fell through the warm air, dispersing before it reached the ground floor.

Six years later, and my feelings hadn’t changed. Not after we had two beautiful boys, who still made me smile in utter disbelief whenever I looked at them, and not after I shot a bullet through Paul De Luca’s eyes. That happened one month ago, but the memory of blood spilling from his head remained ever fresh, like the smell of wet trees in the morning after a light rain shower.

One week after that, I thought Gia wouldn’t survive all the nightmares that haunted her afterward. But she did. She had always been stronger than the world pegged her to be.

I lifted the cigarette to my mouth again, but slender fingers curled around it and pulled it away. A smile, natural and easy, formed on my lips at the sight of creamy smooth skin and brown eyes.

I leaned upwards, and she stepped into the small space between the steel railings and my bare chest. She tossed the stick over her shoulders, and her fingers found the band of my sweatpants. She tugged me closer.

“We don’t want you dying prematurely because of a lung disease.”

The breeze grew stronger, ruffled the copper-red strands of her messy bed hair, and I lowered my lips to her neck. “You don’t have to worry about me dying anytime soon, baby.” I kissed her nape. “I’m going to be by your side for as long as you want me to.”

She laughed, and the sound traveled straight between my legs. “Then, you are going to be by my side for a very, very long time because I don’t want you to go anywhere.” Her lips found mine, and I was more than willing to bask in their softness.

She molded against me, her front flushed against mine until I could hear her rapid heartbeats and feel the tautness of her skin through the flimsy silk night robe that left nothing to the imagination.

The flick of her tongue simmered my blood, and I felt a hard-on coming.

I pulled her down to my thighs, cupped her soft ass, and pressed my lips on hers before she had a second to speak. When I moved my head back, she was flustered. Just the way I wanted her. All pink-cheeked and tight.

I bopped the tip of her nose with a finger.

“If that kiss was to convince me—”

I shut her up with my lips, kissing her again. Harder, rougher. Both of us gasping for every breath we could take in. Her fingers went in my hair, and her lips parted, granting deeper access to taste her. I groaned and growled, in fact. Like an animal who couldn’t get enough.

I needed no confirmation; without restraint, I could get lost in this woman.

She broke the kiss with a hearty laugh, and I slipped my hand under her night robe, caressing her soft hips, not wanting to let go.

she grinned and pecked my nose; her eyes lit up in the most beautiful way.

I thrust my arms back on the bed, supporting my weight as I watched her slowly strip down her thin clothes before disappearing behind the bathroom door.

A lash of heat spread to my groin, and my cock stretched beneath my briefs. It should’ve been pathetic how easily my body reacted to the mere thought of this woman without her touch. But all the thoughts that swarmed through my mind were how lucky I was to have a woman like Gianna DeLuca. As mine.

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