Page 35 of Twins for the Bratva

Everyone turned looking at me. “Give me a second, okay,” I added, trying to remember the name. “It was Folcan Industries, right?” I finished, pleased with myself.

Mila turned her head sideways, grinning broadly at me. “Yes, but are you sure they have something to do with Bratva? Last time, we made up a lot of the information as you wanted to convince her, but there was nothing real there.”

“It was the company she worked for. Her cousin got her the job. I know they are Bratva; I feel it in my gut. So, yeah, I’m sure.” I said confidently.

“I’m surprised you remembered the company name,” Leon said, smirking.

“Yeah, yeah, stop teasing me,” I retorted.

“Go grab us some coffee, guys. Let me work my magic,” she said as she started typing in code.

I felt frustrated. I wanted to grab her and shake her until I got answers. But I knew this wasn’t going to work. She needed space to do what she does. I followed Piotr and Leon to the lounge. As I walked, I clenched my fists and then shook them out. My nerves were shot, and I wasn’t sure coffee would cure what I had.

We had just sat down with our coffee when Alyssa arrived, bringing gifts. She had stopped and bought some delights for breakfast. I watched as my brothers dug in, stuffing their faces. My stomach was a tight knot. I couldn’t even think of eating.

Turning to my brothers, I could hear my anger surfacing as I spoke. “Once the information comes through, we need to make contact. Whether this turns from peace talks to war, I know I can rely on all of you.”

“We will always be there no matter what, you know that,” Leon replied calmly. “Even if you are annoying,” he added, smiling.

Walking towards him, I felt my anger subduing slightly. Punching him lightly on the arm, I smiled as he spilled his coffee onto the table. Placing down his cup, he turned to me, holding his shoulder. “That hurt, bro,” he said, rubbing it.

Maybe that was harder than I intended, but I was sure it wasn’t. Piotr laughed as he spoke. “You know we always have your back. But let’s first try and sort this out in a civilized way, okay?”

“I would never put any of you in harm's way or in danger without good reason,” I replied snootily.

“Yes, yes,” Piotr replied, grinning. “But that is why we’ll decide together on a plan of action.”

I saw the skepticism in both their faces as they looked at each other and back at me. I flashed them my middle finger and walked to the window. After a while, I sat back down. The waiting was eating at my insides.

An hour later, Mila came storming in, swearing like a sailor. “I tried,” she spat. She grabbed the sides of her hair,clutching her hands full, and pulled them as she continued. “I can’t penetrate their network. I did find Aleksandr on their board, though. His last name is Dubow.”

Mila walked to the double couch by the window and plopped down into it, putting her hands over her face. “I can’t get any other details.” Looking up at me, I could see the anger in her eyes.

This information was worrisome. It could only imply that they were bigger than I had thought. It meant they were powerful, but I still needed the information. Pacing up and down the room, I tried to think of another way to gather the details required.

“We could ask Leo, Evelina, and Jamie if they could assist,” Piotr suggested.

Stopping in my tracks, I turned to him. I felt like grabbing his face and kissing him. That was a brilliant idea. “Yes, I’ll give them a call,” I said, heading out to my office.

“Wait,” Mila called after me. Stopping in the doorway, I raised my eyebrows at her as I asked. “Yes?”

“This family is powerful, and they could be dangerous. Let me talk to them. I can share what I have tried. Maybe they could just give me better directions as to what to do,” Mila spoke as she walked toward me.

I watched as Mila headed back to her space. Glancing back at the others, I spoke calmly, feeling slightly better. “I’m heading home to be with Dahlia. Let me know if they find anything.”

Arriving home, I found Dahlia in the practice room. “Hey sugar, what you up to?” I asked, walking in.

Dahlia smiled at me. It felt like I had just walked into a ray of sunshine as the room lit up. “I thought some exercises would ease some of the strain in my back,” she said softly. “I was practicing some of the punches you showed me.”

“Nice,” I replied, kissing her cheek. “How about a soaking bath? That is sure to relax your muscles.”

“Mmm, that sounds tempting,” she replied, taking my hand.

“A bath it is, then,” I said as I scooped her into my arms and headed upstairs. I placed her down in the chair in my room. “Just sit tight while I draw the bath,” I said as I walked to the bathroom.

I added some lavender oil and a relaxation bomb to the tub before heading back to the room. Holding out my hand, I waited for her to get up. Dahlia took my hand and followed me to the bathroom. “Your bath awaits, my lady,” I said, closing the door.

Dahlia turned. Taking my face into her soft hands, she kissed me passionately. I couldn’t resist pulling her into my arms. As we kissed, I felt her hands fumbling with the buttons of my shirt and took hold of them. Pulling back from our deep kiss, I smiled at her as I spoke. “I want to pamper you.”

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