Page 13 of Escaping the Bratva

“You and your friend drove drunk to the gas station to get Slurpees. I made sure you both got home okay. Do you have a habit of getting that drunk, kitten?”

“Don’t call me that. I’m not your kitten, and I haven’t been for a long damn time.”

Her words slice straight through me, but I don’t show how much they affect me. All these years, I’ve forced myself to push the thoughts of her out of my head because there was no chance we could have been together with all the bullshit I was tied up in. She deserved better than that. But now, everything has changed. I’m no longer a danger to her.

“We’re going to have to change that,” I say, grabbing the two white pills off the nightstand and leaving the bedroom. A second later, I hear her feet hit the ground as she walks after me.

“And what the hell is that supposed to mean? I haven’t heard from you in over a decade and then you show up at my apartment taking care of my hangover.”

I fill up a glass with more water and turn to look at her. She has the blanket still wrapped around herself, and the bottom of it sits on the tile floor of the kitchen. I shove the two white pills in her hand.

“Here.”

If looks could kill, I’d already be dead on the spot. She pops the pills in her mouth and takes the water I offer her. After she swallows the pills, I tilt the bottom of the glass higher so she’ll drink the rest of the water. When she finishes, I place the empty glass in the sink.

I turn and lean against the counter, resting my hands against the ledge of the sink. “I’m starting over—”

“Psh.”

I narrow my eyes on her. “I got out of prison the other day.”

She laughs. “And what? You came back here to say hello? I knew that’s where you’d end up, and that’s why we broke up in the first place.”

Shit, that stung, but she was right.

“I came back here for you.”

Her eyes widen in surprise. “And you just assume I’m single and ready to start dating my ex- college boyfriend? You have some balls.”

“I do.”

We stare at each other in silence, her eyes drilling holes into me, and I can’t help but drop my gaze to her body. It’s covered by the blanket, but I’m still able to make out her curvy figure. I want to dig my fingers into her hips and guide her up and down my cock. In college, she was tiny, like all the other girls, too busy with classes and social gatherings to remember to eat, but now, she’s all woman. I prefer a sturdy woman who can take a hard fucking.

“Are you serious right now?” she snaps, and I realize my eyes had zeroed in on her breast where the blanket slipped down.

I don’t try to hide my smile. “Go out to dinner with me.”

“No.”

I push off the sink and walk up to her. I tower over her, but I lean down to press a kiss to her forehead. She freezes, as if terrified. She smells sweet like cupcakes, despite the fact that she just woke up and she’s hung over. Without another word, I walk past her and out the door, leaving her shocked and confused.

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