Page 7 of Unwilling Bratva Bride

It rang one time.

“Hello, Adley. Nice to hear from you again.”

I could hear the smirk in his voice, and I nearly hung up. But I knew why I’d called, how desperate I was.

“I…I want to talk about that deal. Can we meet to discuss things?”

His sexy chuckle rumbled through the phone. “I like a woman that cuts straight to the point. Meet me at the same bar in an hour. Yes?”

Again, I hesitated, but even less so now.

“Yes. I’ll be there.”

“I’ll see you then, sweetheart.”

Ivan hung up, and I tossed the phone down on the bed. I wanted to change, maybe take a few things with me. I wasn’t sure how fast he would move things along, but considering how he responded to the call, I could assume fast.

In any case, I wasn’t telling my folks or the twins where I was going. I hadn’t said yes yet, and I…I just couldn’t think of what to say. I was essentially becoming a fucking courtesan orescort or something, and regardless of how bad we were doing, I knew my parents wouldn’t like it.

“All right, Adley. Time to put on a show.”

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Chapter 4 - Ivan

I fiddled with my glass, swirling around the few mouthfuls of vodka I had left in the glass. My nerves were humming. I was really looking forward to seeing that little blonde again, and it didn’t tamper down my ego to know I’d been right. She did call, and it had only been two days.

Sweet, innocent little Adley. Goddamn, I am looking forward to this way too much.

The door opened, and I looked over from my seat at the bar to see the target in question walk in from the sunny day outside. As I stared down her body, I noticed that Adley had certainly dressed to impress.

She wore another pair of sleek leggings in black, this pair framing that perfect ass of hers like the others had. Paired with it this time was a simple black crop tee, exposing a bit of her abdomen, and a leather jacket that had clearly been around for a while. There were subtle cracks in the material, and it hung loose on her frame like it had been passed down.

Mmm, tasty indeed.

“Hello there.”

She walked toward me, and I stood up from my stool, pulling one out for her.

“Glad you called, Adley.” I kept my voice low, admiring her long blonde hair that had been worn down around her shoulders today.

“Hello,” she replied, sitting and clearing her throat. “So, what are the details of this deal of yours?”

I chuckled. “Right to the point, huh? Shit, I was at least going to buy you a drink.”

She sighed, looking over to the bartender and getting his attention. When he came over, Adley offered a tight smile.

“Hi, could I get a double whiskey on the rocks, please? Jameson.”

The guy nodded, and I called out to him to put it on my tab. When he returned and delivered the drink, Adley took a large gulp. She exhaled hard as the burn hit her, and I just smirked, taking one from the vodka.

“All right, I have a drink. So, can we please talk about the deal now?”

It was charming how impatient Adley was, how much she couldn’t wait to get things started, and how clearly flustered she was. Nodding, I leaned on the bar with one elbow, taking out a toothpick with my other hand and chewing on it.

“Very well. As stated previously, I will help you get the rent payments and such up to date for your family’s bodega. I will also have my family and associates visit the shop to spend money on a regular to help keep it afloat. In exchange, you are to come to live with me as my wife and do as I ask.”

Adley narrowed her eyes, chewing on that full bottom lip of hers. “How long am I supposed to do that? Stay with you?”

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