Page 36 of Bratva Knight

I couldn’t help it. I laughed. She just looked so adorable with that pouty look on her face, her arms stretched out in disgust and dirty, brown water dripping from her hands.

“Are you…are you seriouslylaughingat me right now?” she brimmed with outrage.

“I can’t help it,” I chuckled, watching her slowly get to her feet.

She shook the water off and brushed a strand of hair out of her face, blowing out a breath. “I meant what I said earlier, you know. I told you I needed space. Why would you follow me here?”

“I already told you why. Just the thought of something happening to you makes it impossible for me to breathe. I can’t eat. I can’t sleep. Involving yourself in Cosa Nostra business is dangerous.Francois dangerous. I wasn’t there for you the last time you needed me. I refuse to make that same mistake again. Please don’t ask me to.”

Her eyes bored into mine, silence grating between us. A silence that spoke volumes. It was very rare to render Tatiana speechless. Indecision flashed across her face and suddenly I felt guilty for putting her in this position.

Finally, she exhaled. “Fine,” she all but groaned. “But let’s get something clear right now. You’re here purely as an observer. And the muscle. I don’t want you to interfere or try to take over.”

“I would never.”

She gave me a deadpanned look. “Yes, you would.”

“Okay, I would. But I swear I won’t.”

“You better not. This ismytime to have some fun. I don’t need you ruining it with your Alpha male, ‘Look, my dick’s bigger’ attitude.” She flicked her hands to get rid of any access water and stepped out of the puddle. Her lips pursed in obvious disgust, looking at the mud on the bottom of her heels. “These were brand new,” she whined, plucking them off her feet.

“I’ll buy you a new pair.”

Her eyes widened slightly in surprise, then narrowed suspiciously. “I know what you’re doing. You’re trying to butter me up by buying me shit.”

She had me there. Tatiana had a long list of hobbies. Running. Reading. Binging ridiculous television shows. And shopping. Buying new clothes, shoes, accessories. I knew I had to make it up to her somehow. By being there, I’d thrown her off balance. The least I could do was replace her ruined shoes.

“Lucky for me, I don’t care,” Tatiana continued. “Louboutins. Spring Fall Collection. Size ten.” She handed them to me as she walked past, heading for the car.

I turned and followed, her heels dangling from my fingers at my side. Arturo’s guards were still staring at us strangely, a mix of bewilderment and shock on their faces. Not that I cared. They could think whatever they wanted about the situation. Their views on women were offensive and outdated, to say the least. It was 2023. How they could still think the way they did was beyond me. The more they saw Illayana and Tatiana in action, the more likely they’d be to change their opinions and ways.

So, yeah, I didn’t really mind that she’d just kicked my ass all over Arturo’s front yard. It might make them think twice before imposing their sexiest ways on her and my sister in the future.

Tatiana unlocked the car and opened the door, throwing her wet coat into the backseat. A red lace corset clung to her body like a second skin, her luscious curves on full display. Memories of me gripping those curves…her thighs, tits, hips… soared through my mind, heating my blood. My cock throbbed when she bent over, ass in the air as she leant into the car. Fuck. The amount of times I’d had her in that exact same position. On my bed. The hood of my car. Over the dining room table—

“Get those thoughts out of your head, Nicky,” she said, not even looking back, her voice muffled inside the car.

“What thoughts?” I smirked, stepping closer. I rested my forearm on the roof and leant forward, crowding her. “You’re not even looking at me. How do you know what I’m thinking?” I was careful not to actually touch her, keeping my lower half a hair’s breadth away from hers.

Sexual energy snapped between us. She knew how close I was, even though we weren’t touching. She couldfeelit.

So could I. Our bodies literally craved each other's, and when you were standing this close to something you craved, you were hyper aware of it.

She glanced over her shoulder at me. Her hands were plastered firmly to the back seat, supporting her weight. “You think I need to look at you to know what you’re thinking?” she asked, voice low.

My eyes ran down her slender back before returning to her face. “Was there a point to this?” I waved a hand at her body. “Or was it just to torture me?”

She stepped back, finally getting out of the car. “A little bit of both.” She held up her phone, shaking it lightly in the air. It must have been in her coat.

“Don’t act like you don’t enjoy being tortured, Nicky.” She went to walk away but I blocked her path, my arm shooting out to grip the roof of the car right next to her head, caging her in.

“The name, Nicky…retire it.”

“What do I get if I do?”

“I can tell you what youwon’tget. You won’t get an apartment full of spiders and roaches and every other creepy crawly creature I can think of.”

She gasped. “You wouldn’t.”

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