Page 73 of Kidnapped Bratva Toy

I couldn’t believe that it had already been six months since I joined the non-profit children’s advocacy firm. It was an incredibly fulfilling position, and I’d successfully moved past the probation period. What’s more, I’d managed to keep my personal life completely separate from the office, and I wasn’t worried about someone finding out I was dating a mobster any time soon.

“Thanks for everything, Billie. See you Monday.” Sandra called, and I smiled warmly before heading out the door.

The office was still downtown, as most businesses like this were, so I hopped on the El and was back to the house in roughly thirty minutes. It was the perfect time to review any case files and catch up on my reading, which I’d actually started doing for fun. It was refreshing not to have a drill sergeant as a boss, and I was thoroughly enjoying every minute of free time I was granted.

Plus, it was the weekend, and I knew Pietor had dinner planned for the evening. Which is perfect because I’m fucking starving.

As I stepped off the El platform and walked the few blocks down to the familiar corner near the small bodega, I saw Pietor’s SUV waiting for me at the curb.

Laughing, I hurried to the passenger door and knocked on the glass. Pietor was quick to unlock the doors and let me into the vehicle.

“Well, hello, stranger. What’s this about?”

“I remembered when you were done today and decided I wanted to be here when you got off the El. Unless you’d prefer to walk?”

I shook my head emphatically. “Umm, in that weather, absolutely not.”

It had gotten much colder since the warmth of spring when I first moved in with Pietor, and I would take any chance I could to avoid the Chicago fall, which was especially rainy and windy.

Pietor chuckled. “Yeah, I had a feeling. I have warm and cozy all set up for us in our room.”

I cocked my head, furrowing my brow at him. “Oh, no family dinner tonight?”

He fired up the car, and we took off down the road toward the house, which would only take ten minutes to drive to.

“Nope. It’s a unanimous decision that it’s date night tonight.”

“Unanimous? So, Lev agreed to this?” I laughed, warming my fingers in front of the vent.

“Well, no, but Parker did, and I defer to her wisdom.”

From that point forward, it was just a barrel of laughs, and when we got inside the house and went straight to Pietor’s door, he stopped me just before I stepped inside.

“Hold on.”

Before I could respond, Pietor threaded a blindfold over my ears, and I had to laugh again.

“What are you doing, Pietor?”

“You’ll see.”

He took my jacket off and led me inside, and I could feel the warmth kick up another notch. He must have started a fire, and the gentle crackling noise supported that. I could also smell something heady and fragrant in the air. Roses? Vanilla?

When I heard the door shut behind me, I was half-tempted to take off the stupid blindfold, punishment be damned. I was never good at being patient when it came to torturous thrills a la Pietor, and this was excruciating.

“Come on, baby. What’s going on?!”

He laughed at me, and I was this close to reaching out blindly to smack him. But then I heard chuckling in front of me and down. Was Pietor kneeling? If he was down there, it was usually for one reason, and my pussy clenched around nothing in anticipation.

“All right. Take it off.”

I reached for the straps around my ears, pulling away the blindfold. Blinking to adjust my eyes to the light, I looked around me, and my jaw fell to the damn floor. There was a fire going, but there was so much more than that. Candles and roses dressed nearly every surface, his comfortable chairs had been pulled up to a small table with a bottle of champagne on ice sitting there, and there were even fairy lights strung around the posters of the bed.

“Pietor! This is…oh my God. It’s beautiful.”

When I finally looked down at him, Pietor was indeed kneeling, and a small box was in his hands.

“Holy shit.”

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