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Konstantin leaned in and kissed my neck, nibbling slightly as he moved down. Taking hold of my nipples, he pulled them while squeezing lightly. I couldn’t stop the moans as my body shook, and I came.

Chapter 16 - Konstantin

Dahlia was no longer in bed. Jumping up, I dressed and headed downstairs. I found her seated at the kitchen island, chatting to Mila.

“Good morning, sleepyhead,” Mila said, grinning.

Nodding at her, I kissed Dahlia on the cheek. “Good morning, sugar. Did you sleep well?”

Dahlia smiled at me. Her eyes sparkled, and she had that amazing glow about her. “Yes, thank you,” she replied in a light tone. “I was wondering,” she added.

Before she could talk further, I interrupted, feeling sure I knew what she was about to say. “Can you please stay at home today and rest? I want you to have a calm and relaxing day after all that has happened.”

I noticed the displeasure as she lowered her gaze to the table before her. She wasn’t happy with my decision. But she needed to get rest. Rubbing her back, I leaned closer as I spoke softly. “Stress isn’t good for you or the baby, sugar. I am asking, please?”

She turned to me, taking my face in her soft hands as she replied. “Okay, I will stay home and rest.”

Pulling her into my arms, I hugged her tightly as I spoke. “Thank you, sugar.” Pulling away, I kissed her sensually. “Have a nice day,” I added as I headed out. It was my fault. All the stress she’s having is due to me. If only I hadn’t allowed her to be part of the job, she wouldn’t have gone out shopping with the others.

Pulling out of the garage, I scolded myself for placing her in harm’s way and causing her more stress. But I wasdetermined to fix the situation. I headed to the office as my brothers would be there, and I needed their assistance.

I was plagued with the belief of being the cause of Dahlia’s stress. I needed to fix the mess I created. This other Bratva family had to be stopped once and for all. Entering the building, I headed to Leon’s office.

Knocking twice, I waited for a reply from within. “Yes,” I heard Leon call out. Opening the door, I peeked inside. “Hey there,” Leon said, looking over his laptop. “Come in; you know you don’t have to knock.”

Entering, I walked to the chair on this side of the shiny wooden desk. As I flopped down in the chair, filled with dread, I spoke. My voice sounded unfamiliar even to me. By the look on Leon’s face, I knew he heard the anxiety. “I need to protect Dahlia.”

“Konstantin, you know we are here for you. Whatever you need, just name it,” Leon replied as he rose from behind the desk.

“Yes,” I replied, staring past him out the window.

Feeling Leon’s hand on my shoulder brought me back from the vast emptiness I was drifting into. Glancing up, I nodded. “We need to find these people,” I added as I stood.

“Let’s see if Piotr is in, and we can make a plan,” Leon said as he walked out the door. I followed him to Piotr’s office. My mind felt as if it had been disconnected from my body. Twice now, I could have lost her. I could not allow that to happen.

Piotr was on the phone with a client. We sat down and waited for him to conclude his call. “Well then, brothers,” he said, placing the phone on its stand. “Did I forget a meeting?”

Loen smirked. “No, but Konstantin needs our help with this other Bratva family,” he said.

“What do you need from us, brother?” he asked without hesitation.

Taking a deep breath, I tried to assimilate my thoughts before speaking. “I must stop these people who are trying to harm Dahlia.”

“Right,” Piotr replied, rising from behind his desk. “Let’s see if Mila has come in yet.”

We moved down the hall to Mila’s office. Piotr was about to open the door when we heard her speaking behind us. “Morning, guys, looking for me?” She pushed past us, opened the door, and entered her office. Mila’s office was nothing like any of ours.

All our offices spoke of authority. They were organized and could be classed as work-orientated. But not Mila’s office. This space was hers, and so was her room. Nowhere else could you see her personality more prominently displayed.

She had a mixture of badass posters, ornaments, and sayings all over the place. Yet, there were always one or two things in bright colors that stood out. I called these her unicorns.

“Right, boys,” she said as she turned to us and sat on the edge of her desk. “How can I help?”

“I need information on the Bratva family targeting Dahlia,” I huffed. My patience was thin, and I wanted to get moving before anything else happened.

“Great stuff,” Mila replied in a chipper tone, moving to her computer. Her system was amazing. There were three screens against the wall behind her. Leo and Jamie had come through and assisted in setting up her system. It had thelatest hacking programs with the best blocking and tracing capabilities. “What am I looking for? Searching for the name Aleksandr or Dahlia doesn’t give me anything. We know the company is a front, and Aleksandr is on the board. More than that I couldn’t gather last time. Remember?” Mila added, groaning.

“Try searching for any links to the company she worked for,” I said.

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