Page 43 of The Lazarov Bratva

“Like I’m made of air,” she replies after a few seconds of silence. Her gaze turns upward, and her other hand settles back on her abdomen. “A little sore, but oh, God… I never knew it could feel so fucking good.”

“Your first time?” I know it is, and yet I want to hear it. I want to hear that my cock claimed her, ruined her for anyone else.

“Yes.” Her eyes dart down and lock on me. “You took my virginity.”

“You’re welcome.”

She chuckles and then coughs slightly. It spurs me into action, and I rise, crossing the room to one of the sleek black cabinets that melts into the wall. Pushing on the top corner, the door swings open, and I retrieve a bottle of water then stab out my cigarette in the glass dish inside. Settling back next to Alena, I crack the seal and pass it over to her.

“Drink.”

“Is there alcohol in this?” She rolls her head across the armrest, and her messy hair creates an almost halo.

“No, it’s water. Drink it.”

She accepts it and slowly sits up to drink just as my phone buzzes in my pocket. My usually calm heart jumps slightly, but it’s only a text from Ivan to let me know he’s collected Katja.

Of course.

In my cloud of lust and desire, I’d forgotten about the entire problem that created this situation. I glance at Alena as she drinks hungrily, then I send Ivan a response asking him to bring a jacket to room C. Alena’s underwear is ruined, and there’s no way I’m walking her naked through the club. As he confirms, I message another driver I know and request a limo to meet me at the back of the club.

I can’t use my own car.

Not if I want to keep her.

Ivan and Nastja are the only two people in the world whom I trust, and I know Ivan won’t judge me. He knows of my feelings for Alena, feelings that slipped out during a beer on our private jet several months ago. He had been amused and sympathetic.

“My bra!” Alena exclaims, and my attention snaps back to her. She’s leaning over the edge of the couch, picking up the snapped strands of her bra. My eyes wander down the slope of her back to the curve of her ass, and my mouth runs dry. If I had time, I would claim that hole until she couldn’t walk.

Sadly, there isn’t time.

“Don’t worry about it,” I tell her. “Sit up.”

She grumbles to herself, sits up, and throws the bra at me. “You owe me new clothes.”

“Understood.” I chuckle softly, brushing the fabric away. “Are you cold?” I can see the flush of goosebumps on her skin, and she nods, folding her arms across her bare chest.

“A little.”

Right on cue, knuckles rap against the door. Alena is too tipsy to care and simply huddles into the couch. I rise and wait. Three more knocks ring out two seconds later, confirming that it’s Ivan, so I open the door.

“Kristof.”

“Ivan. You have any problems with Katja?”

“No. Getting her back inside will be a breeze.” He passes over a large coat, and as I accept it, my movement reveals Alena behind me, naked and distracted. Ivan’s brow lifts, and he locks eyes with me.

“Brother, this is not a good idea.”

“Don’t. I have a plan.”

“A good plan?” He snorts slightly. “Kristof, if you are caught?—”

“I won’t be caught,” I snap. “Trust me.”

“I do,” Ivan says immediately. “It’s her I don’t trust.” His gaze flicks back to Alena.

“She won’t be a problem. Trust me.” I understand his concerns. If I am caught, then I will be killed or worse. And my siblings will find themselves adrift without a lifeguard. But I have a plan. A quickly cobbled-together, insane plan, but there’s one certainty in my heart.

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