Page 23 of The Bratva's Secret Twins

Andrei scoffed and adjusted his glasses. He was handsome, and I didn’t typically realize that, given that he was always so serious and broody.

“Horny motherfuckers everywhere,” he said, clicking his tongue in contempt.

I snickered.

“In her defense,” I said, referring to the previous lady, “she did give you the look, but you chose to stay back.”

“I was talking about the man,” he clarified, and I laughed lightly. “Why are we here exactly?”

“What do you mean? You’re having fun, aren’t you?”

“Da,” he replied. “But that’s the problem. I know you too well to know when you’re plotting something. You’ve got something up your sleeve; I just don’t know what it is yet.” Andrei peered at me with suspicion in his eyes.

I didn’t deny it, but I didn’t accept it, either.

“This is about her, isn’t it?” he asked. “You agreed to come here because she’d be here, yes?”

I grabbed my glass and took a sip with nothing but a smirk on my face.

“Speak of the devil,” he said to me. “Or, in this case…the angel,” he added, his voice dropping to a smooth whisper.

I followed his eyes until my gaze fell on Vivian at a distance, where she was laughing with a few other girls. She was dressed in a green bikini; my God, she was gorgeous! Sexy!

Reflexively, I grabbed my glass and took another sip, eyes fixed on her slender hourglass figure as I watched her leave the company of those girls and head toward the pool.

“I see why you like her so much,” Andrei said, glancing at me as I continued to watch her.

“She’s divine,” I replied, adding, “Ya hochu yeyo i ya dolzhen imet’ yeyo.”

I want her, and I must have her.

“Easy. This is Krovavyy talking,” he said to me, a gentle reminder that I needed to stay composed and not do anything irrational.

Too late.

Andrei could see that I meant what I said, and I was unrelenting.

Sizing her up, I cocked my head to the side with a grin as I instinctively rubbed my palm over my mouth. Vivian would be mine, even if I had to do the unthinkable to get her. I was more than willing to go the extra mile just to have her to myself.

As she passed by, heads turned, and almost every man who set eyes on her fixed their gaze on her behind. Some licked their lips, others raised their brows, and a few rubbed their hands in glee.

Now, my fury was building. These clowns had no idea whose wrath they were about to unleash.

“Damn! She’s smoking hot, man. Check her out,” a young man a couple of paces beside me said to his friend, tapping him until he looked.

“Holy shit!” the friend concurred.

The two men talked about her, prattling on about how she was heavenly, gorgeous, and sexy.

I balled my hands into fists, ready to drill holes in their faces and eventually throw them overboard.

“Hey!” Andrei bellowed at them.

He’d noticed that I was starting to get pissed by these morons who had no idea what trouble their words were about to put them in.

“What?” one of them responded rudely.

“Watch your tongue, or I can guarantee you that you will lose it.”

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