Page 25 of Bratva Knight

“Probably should have thought about that before you gave me that bratty attitude you know riles me up so much. Bad girls get punished, remember?”

Was that a moan?

I swear I could come from the sound of her moaning alone. I wouldn’t need anything else, not even to stroke my cock.

I was about to say something else when my bedroom door swung open so fast, it banged into the wall. I reached for my gun sitting on the bedside table and had it aimed at the doorway in under a second.

“For fuck’s sake, Lukyan,” I growled, glaring at my idiot younger brother. “How many times have I told you to fucking knock?”

Lukyan gave me his signature mischievous smirk. His eyes flicked to the laptop sitting in my lap and back to my face. “Oh, my bad. Did I catch you at an inconvenient time?” he asked, pumping his eyebrows up and down.

“Get out,” I snapped, putting my gun down.

“Oo, is that Tatiana?” He stepped up to the side of the bed and squinted at the screen. “Is she about to do some sort of strip show or something?”

“Whatdid he just say?” Tatiana shrieked in my ear, her face turned up at the camera, brows snapped together in an angry glare.

“Shit, is this live?” he smirked. “Kinky. Can I watch?”

“That’s it. I’m hanging up now.”

“Tatiana, wait—”

Beep, beep, beep.

I cursed, pulling the phone away from my ear to scowl at the screen.Damn it.

Tatiana spun and marched into the house without so much as a glance back at the camera.

I slammed my laptop shut in frustration. It wasn’t even the fact that we’d been interrupted before things got sexual that bothered me. It was that it was an opportunity for us to progress forward and it was cut short, due to the idiot standing next to me. My scowl moved from my laptop to Lukyan. His hands flew up in surrender.

“Whoa, don’t shoot the messenger. I’m only here because Aleksandr sent me to get you. If you wanna blame someone for interrupting your little ‘phone sex’ session, it’s him.”

I sighed, placing my laptop on the bedside table next to my gun. “What does he want?”

Any trace of playfulness vanished from his face, the Volkov anger we all possessed quickly taking over. “It’s about Dominik. Fucker’s on the phone. Right now.”

I needed nothing further. As hard as it was for me to do, I put Tatiana and our chaotic relationship out of my mind and raced to my brother’s office.

“You’re not going to trick me into this, little nephew. Hand over control, or your father suffers.”

I stared at Dominik and the men at his back, anger pulsing in my body. I’d told Aleksandr the night Dominik made contact with us that the chances of him agreeing to a one-v-one were slim. “Beyond slim,”I believe was the phrase I used. Not only that, but that letting him anywhere near the house was a mistake. That we should have arranged the meet somewhere neutral. The last time Dominik was there, half of our house had been blown to pieces. I didn’t trust him not to try and pull a similar move.

But my brother was adamant about presenting a united front to our uncle, about showing Dominik that his attempt to take us out had done nothing but bring us closer together, make us stronger.

The atmosphere was tense. Lukyan and Illayana stood at my side, their usual playful and mischievous attitudes replaced with complete seriousness—a word I would have never used to describe those two.

Aleksandr’s new wife was standing a few feet behind him. Dark protectiveness radiated from her as she stared my uncle down, her fingers gripped tightly around the knife in her hand, like she was having trouble refraining from stabbing him in the chest. Aleksandr didn’t respond to Dominik’s words, his posture remaining stiff, eyes hard.

“Fine. Remember that I tried to offer you a way out. You’ve made your bed, now you’re going to have to lie in it. What happens next is on you.” Dominik spun on the balls of his feet and stormed out of the room, the four MC men who came with him following him out.

Aleksandr looked to Lukyan. “Follow him,” he commanded.

Lukyan nodded, taking off after Dominik. The chances of tracking him to where he was staying weren’t great. He would assume we’d send someone to follow him once he left, and he’d take the proper precautions to ensure he wasn’t leading us to his base of operations.

“Can you believe the nerve of that fuckwit?” Illayana growled, glaring after him. “Did he honestly think you’d agree to just hand everything over?”

Aleksandr didn’t answer, the inner turmoil he was going through lying deep in the depths of his eyes. Drea offered him comfort and, much to my surprise, Aleksandr didn’t balk at it.

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