Page 59 of The Bratva King's Claimed Bride

“Slow down. You’re going to kill us.” I hold a hand to my stomach. “And you’re making my nausea worse.”

He slows down, but I hear his sigh of frustration.

“Not everyone likes to drive as though the road is a racecourse,” I say.

“I don’t have time to be driving slow. I have better things to do with my time.”

“I thought you were babysitting me today,” I snip.

He huffs, and we fall silent. He’s clearly in a bad mood, and I doubt Igor sent him to keep me trapped like a prisoner. Yvonne and I go shopping, and I could slip away from her anytime.

I look ahead, and suddenly, as I see the ice cream shop, I slap the dashboard. “Pull over. Pull over.”

He swings into a parking spot and looks at me. “A little more warning next time. What are we doing here?”

“Pistachio ice cream.” I lick my lips. “Two scoops.”

“You’re expecting me to get it for you?” he asks.

“Your treat,” I say with a smile. “Feel free to lock me in the car.”

He grumbles as he gets out, hitting the button so the doors lock. I watch as he walks into the ice cream shop. I’m almost drooling at the thought. I haven’t had pistachio ice cream in forever. It used to be a treat I’d give myself when I first started waitressing. Every payday, I’d get one.

Matvey comes out with the ice cream on a sugar cone. I’m not going to complain.

He comes to the passenger door and opens it. “Get out.”

“What?” I ask.

“You’re not eating ice cream on my expensive leather seats,” he grumbles. “Get out and eat it, then we’ll go to the mall.”

I undo my safety belt and climb out, taking the ice cream and digging in. He leans against his car, taking his phone out and scrolling on it while I enjoy myself.

We don’t talk. We simply stand there. Some people glance at us as though we’re weird, but it’s probably because I look like I’m giving an ice cream the ultimate tongue action.

Once I’m done, I wipe my mouth and walk to the bin, throwing away the serviette. I go back to the car. “Happy?”

“You took forever,” he says. “Now come on, I hate shopping.”

Good. I think that will definitely work to my advantage. I don’t want Matvey to see me buying the pregnancy test because I want Igor to be the first to know if I’m pregnant. I’m going to have to think of something embarrassing to buy so that he leaves me alone at the pharmacy.

We arrive at the mall a few minutes later, and he parks across two parking spaces.

I look at him. “Seriously.”

“I don’t want someone to scratch my car,” he says.

“Park properly. This is such an asshole move.” I cross my arms. “We’re not going anywhere until you park like a civilized human being.”

He fumes as he reverses out and parks in one parking bay. “One scratch on my car, and Igor buys me a new car, never mind repairing the damage,” he growls.

I climb out, almost tempted to whack his door into the car next to us. I’m not that childish, though.

We walk into the mall, and I look around. I feel like someone is watching us. I rub the back of my neck, and Matvey turns to me. “What is it?”

“Nothing. I don’t think I should have eaten that ice cream. It’s repeating on me.”

“There’s a bathroom up ahead,” he says, “You can puke in there.”

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