Page 11 of Forced By the Bratva Beast

“Er, I think it could be, but I think they would still have to assess on a case-by-case basis depending on prior charges of the alleged, but it could stop the unnecessary clogging up of jail cells, paperwork, and money being spent by Chicago law enforcement.”

“Ah-ha. Common sense prevails. Like your answer. Next time, though, pay attention in my class, please. Either that, or we want the details of the daydream.”

Sweat forms in patches under my arms as the class breaks into low chatter and laughter. My cheeks flush as I think about Andrei’s hands digging into my forearm. There was no way in hell I was going to tell the class about my delicious one-night stand, and the fact the man stole my virginity.

I make it through the class alive as Ava and I walk together afterwards. “What were you daydreaming about back there? You completely zoned out! I’ve never seen you like that before.”

Not knowing what to say, I evade the question, hitching my backpack higher on my back. “Are we going to Urban Bar?” If Fiona was joining us, I could have a conversation with her. I remembered being in awe of her giving away her virgin card to a stranger at the same bar, but she ended up marrying the guy.This isn’t the same. Andrei didn’t even crack a smile at the door before he left. He just performed all sorts of pleasurable acts to send my body to climax and then bounced.

“Yes, but don’t skip over my question,” Ava begs, her eyes a little too bright for my liking.

“Am I on the witness stand or something here?” I joke.

“Yeah, you are, and when we get to Urban Bar, you’re going to tell me everything!”

That’s exactly what I do when we sit down at the back of the half-empty coffee shop in the booth. “You remember when I told you I left because I was bored and didn’t want to talk to those guys?”

A baffled look covers Ava’s face as she sips her cappuccino. “Yeah. I remember. Barely, I was drilling back shots after that.” She grins with a funny groan. “But I paid for it the next day. Go on.”

“I bet. Well, that wasn’t the whole truth.”

Ava gasps, putting her cup down. “What? Spill. Who did you go home with?” She guesses right, a dopey smile lifting on my face, but it’s a painful one without a happy ending.

“The guy from the alley.” I sip my green tea, waiting for her to realize who I’m talking about.

“The tall guy? The badass guy with the leather jacket?”

Her hands fly out covering mine. “Shit! What happened? Why didn’t you call me?” she asks, exasperated and miffed all at the same time.

I shrug shyly. “I don’t know. I wasn’t thinking about calling anyone, but we slept together. I’m no longer a virgin.”

Ava looks skyward for a second, taking a minute to process. “And how do you feel? Was it good? Bad? What?”

“It was more than good.” I lean forward. “So good, but I don’t think it was anything to him,” I say, surprised my voice has a hint of regret hanging to it.

“Right,” she responds sourly, retracting her hands. “Probably not. He looked way older. Like in his thirties. He was probably out on the club prowl, ya know.”

“Ouch! Way to make a girl feel good,” I scold mildly but mainly because it’s true.

“Hey, I’m looking out for you. Am I wrong, though?”

“No. You’re not,” I reply wistfully. “He hasn’t called, and it’s been a week already.”

“Precisely. He was dangerously hot, though, so there’s that. Not a bad person to lose your V-card too. I just don’t want you to lose focus on some douchey guy.”

“You know what—you’re right.” Reformed from my daydreaming, I breathe out, changing the subject. “I’m meeting up with Dr. Perri for my research project, and I can’t wait!” I squeal, barely able to wait to sink my teeth into my project.

“Now that’s more like it. Speaking of danger.” She giggles. “Forget the club guy, there’s going to be so many more climbing out of the woodwork once you make it to the top as a lawyer.”

Maybe there might be, but as of now, Andrei is the only one I can’t stop thinking about….

Chapter Six - Andrei

There’s no reason I should be attracted to her, and yet—that’s the exact reason why I am. Other than her hair making her standout, there’s nothing extraordinary about Sophia. In her picture, she’s fresh-faced, those smattering of freckles over the bridge of her nose doing it for me. Smiling, I keep staring at the photograph trying to find anything special or offbeat about her, but her tortoise shell glasses, and green eyes are probably as much as I’ll find. Her mouth is stern, but all I remember is how it parted when I brought her to sweet, sweet orgasm.

Her body is standard and she’s of average height. Still, she’s one I want, and at this stage, it’s because I can’t put my finger on why.

“Obviously this is her. Not someone else?” I question Makar lightly, but his specialty is tracking and tracing. He’s incredibly good at his job, and Makar’s been my shadow for a long time. Almost since the start of my pick pocketing days back in Russia.

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