Page 45 of Bratva Knight

Gabriella slammed the door shut behind us.

There was a moment of silence and then I burst into laughter. Nikoali chuckled softly, which was about the equivalent of a fit of giggles from him.

“Do I even want to know what you two werereallydoing in there?” Vincenzo asked, raising his brows.

“Nope. You don’t wanna know.”

“Didn’t think so,” he laughed softly. “ I don’t like her anyway, so it's no sweat off my back. Neither does Arturo. He was about to get rid of her but Illayana told him not to.”

“Really? Why?”

“No idea. Something about how she’s got something planned for her. I dunno. Come on, let’s go. I’llpersonallyescort you to your car, since the two of you clearly can’t be trusted roaming the house on your own. Wouldn’t want Arturo to come home and see you guys fucking on the stairs. I wouldn’t mind the show though,” he winked.

Chapter Thirteen

Nikolai Volkov

“Yougoingtotellme what that was all about?” I whispered in Tatiana’s ear as Vincenzo escorted us back down the stairs.

“What?” she smiled.

I narrowed my eyes. “Don’t act all innocent with me. We both know you’re anything but.”

As much as I wanted to believe that display upstairs was for our benefit, I knew it wasn’t. At least, not at first. It started because she needed an excuse as to why we were in that room. Like always, though, the moment we touched it shifted into somethingmore. Something raw. Animalistic. It had gone from zero to fucking a hundred in half a second.

“Alright, fine,” she huffed. “Twist my bloody arm, why don’t you. It was just a little payback. That’s all.”

“Payback?” I frowned. “For what? You’ve never spoken to the woman before.”

“So? I need to speak to someone first to have a reason to fuck with them?”

“Generally, yes.”

Vincenzo stopped to talk to one of the soldiers who came running into the foyer. I grabbed her arm, keeping her from taking another step.

“Spill it, Tatiana.”

She crossed her arms over her chest. “The bitch deserved it.”

“I’m sure she did. Care to tell me why?”

“She keeps flirting with my best friend’s husband. So I rubbed poison ivy into her underwear,” she said proudly.

Of course. Makes perfect sense.

“Isn’t that something Illayana should be doing?” My sister wasn’t the type to let other people deal with her problems. She also inherited the dark jealousy that us Volkovs were well known for. So I was surprised to hear she hadn’t killed her. Especially after what she’d told Aleksandr and I at Arturo’s party.

“Oh, she’s got her own thing planned. And it’s diabolical. But you fuck with her, you fuck withme. I had to do something. It’s my job, as the crazy best friend.”

I felt the overwhelming urge to smile, a feeling that only ever arose around Tatiana.

Vincenzo made his way over to us and we turned our attention towards him.

“What’s going on?” Tatiana asked.

“You were right.”

“I usually am. About what?”

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