Page 71 of Virgin Bratva Prisoner

I smile, staring at her for a little too long.

“What?” She asks, when she notices.

“Nothing,” I reply, because how can I tell her?

How can I explain that I think she is the most perfect and beautiful person I have ever met in my life?

The long lazy sunbeams stretch over the trees onto us and we sit quietly soaking them up, without a care in the world, just being together.

I have never felt more at peace with someone before.

I need to find a way to tell her how I feel. I just don’t want to scare her away or freak her out.

For all I know, she is planning on completing her studies and only staying with me until the alliance between her brothers and me is settled. I don’t know what her thoughts are for the future. I stole her from the life she had planned and threw her into mine.

Maybe I should just keep my feelings to myself and let things carry on the way they are now.

It is better than risking pushing her away from me.

Raisa grumbles loudly, then giggles.

“What’s wrong?” I ask.

“I think I had too many sweet things and my sugar rush is wearing off because all I want to do is curl up on your lap and fall asleep.”

I chuckle. “Well then, maybe I should get you home, because I wouldn’t mind curling up in bed with you and cuddling all night.”

“That sounds perfect,” she says, jumping up from the bench and grabbing my hand to pull me up, too.

She is so animated, full of life and love and laughter.

We walk to the car, my arm around her and her leaning into me.

It really was a perfect day.

At home, while Raisa is singing in the shower, my phone rings. I glance at the screen to see who it is.

It’s Marcus, my head of security.

Sliding the button across the screen, I answer the call and press it to my ear.

“Oleg, how are you?”

“Good, is everything alright?”

“I just wanted to update you on the situation with the guy we have following the brother Rodion.”

I glance at the bathroom. Raisa is still singing in the shower, but I walk out of the bedroom to take the call in a more private setting. I don’t know if she would be upset with me if she heard I have someone following her brother around to keep tabs on him.

“Yeah, what can you tell me?” I ask when I am downstairs.

“Pretty much nothing going on with him. He has been sticking to the deal. What he did do, though, was he put men on each of your brothers and your sister. Following them. He seems to be keeping tabs on your family.”

“That’s to be expected, I guess. He wants to know if we are holding up our end of the deal, too. Buy why would he have someone following Anya? She isn’t even involved in the business?”

“He follows Anya himself. Not often, but often enough for my guys to notice.”

An angry growl spills from my mouth. “That motherfucker better not go near my sister,” I say with threat.

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