Page 18 of Pregnant Bratva Virgin

JACKSON:As I mentioned. Not enough evidence. We’re going to have to try a different method.

ME:Right. Sorry. Anything else I need to know?

JACKSON:Stay safe.

ME:Okay. Thanks.

Slowly, I put my cell phone down, adjusting to the news. I can’t believe Ryurik got off. The man needs to take his punishment and to take up space in a jail cell. I hate part of the reason I feel this way. Deep down there’s a swirling resentment about Ryurik not calling me after we slept together, but I’m not supposed to be thinking about that. I should be caring about the fact he’s a Bratva underboss.

A knock at the door captures my attention, giving me relief. “Ugh. Coming. Great. Thai is here. It makes everything better,” I say to myself out loud, answering the door barefoot and not looking at the peephole.

I pull the door open, and the man evading a jail cell is standing at my door wearing a cocky smirk.Be careful.Jackson’s text message rings in my ears—but it is too late.Ryurik’s already swept past me, entering my home, his cologne permeating my entire apartment.

“Evening, Emily. I see you’re settling in for the night,” Ryurik says with a sneaky sneer as my eyes roam the room, scanning for my gun. I find it in my holster and snatch it off the kitchen bench, my face tight, but it does nothing to deter Ryurik.

“Get the fuck out of here, Ryurik,” I command, but I hold the gun near the side of my body. I’m expecting myself to fear him, but I’m not. I just want him to get out of my apartment and out of the grooves of my mind.

“Ah, you’ve got a gun. Pity I don’t think you have the guts to shoot me,” he says, his piercing green eyes more vibrant than I’ve ever seen them. I would take my time to look deeply into them if I didn’t already know they were mini cesspools of danger.

“Iwillfucking shoot you,” I tell him, retreating and putting distance between him and me by curving my body quickly behind the shield of my kitchen table.

“Really?” He crosses his arms, his tan leather jacket crunching at the movement, his skintight black jeans smoothed over his legs.God. They shows off his package. Keep your eyes up. Look up.

“Yes really,” I state evenly watching him carefully, my breath steady.

Ryurik flicks his thick bedhead hair out of his eyes.Don’t. Do. That. You’re turning me on.A straight shot of heat rides through my pussy, but I keep my gun ready by my side. He’s right. I’m not going to shoot him. If I’m being real, I’m shocked he has the balls to walk right into my apartment the way he has.

“Let’s get past that, shall we? I’m a free man as you can see.” He holds his arms out wide with a grin curving on his wickedly sinful mouth.

“No. You’re a crooked man.”

“I told you, sweet cheeks. No evidence. You’re a detective, though. What am I telling you for?” He steps closer, his eyes slanting together as I shuffle around the table.

“Get the fuck out, Ryurik.”

“Not before I say a few things.”

I want to repeat myself again but know he won’t leave until it gets off his chest, so I have to concede this time. “What?”

Ryurik strokes my kitchen table with his finger, a silver skull ring on it keeping it company, a secretive smirk on his face. He looks up, his eyes talking to mine. “Ididkill that detective. Willy motherfucker Dee. He got close.” He pauses, taking a step closer, my body shaking. “Too close,” he hisses, but I keep a firm grip on my gun. “That’s what happens to cops who try to dig up dirt on me.” He’s close enough for me to smell the fresh mint on his breath, and I want him to back up, but my legs stay frozen like icicles, sticking to my apartment floor.

He’s unhinged. A true psycho for not caring about entering my apartment. There can only be one reason for that. He’s not going to get caught. How am I going to tell my boss I slept with this man before I knew what he was? Who’s going to believe me? How am I going to save Laura—myself even?

“Great.” I drop my head in defeat, wanting to extinguish the fire from the heat of him in my house. “You’ve told me. Now. Get the fuck out,” I say much softer, with no room in my head or heart for any more words.

Ryurik senses my vulnerability, coming closer. “No, no,” he whispers. “I have something else to say.” I don’t respond. Ican’t take on anymore. “I know you were upset about my leaving you early in the morning, but I had my reasons. You see,” he adds, his voice as hypnotic as a light breeze in summer as he tucks a strand of my hair behind my ear, my protective bubble broken. “I thought you were innocent,” he taunts in a pained voice. “Like a lamb being laid out to slaughter. I took mercy on you.” I shiver, inching my head back from his touch, tingles skipping over my skin from his deft touch. The same fingers I let inside me.

“Hands off me,” I grit out. “You’re a coward,” I press out courageously as the doorbell rings.

“Yo. It’s Uber Eats,” a guy yells out, my appetite snatched away by the man in front of me. I keep the gun in my hand. I can’t risk not having it on me, not with Ryurik so close. The delivery driver will have to deal. The sound of another human close enough to witness what’s going on, jars Ryurik enough to step back from me as I push past him to the door with a smile.

Opening the door as wide as possible Ryurik looks at me and at the Uber Eats driver as he hands me my paper bag of Thai, his eyes boggling out when he sees the gun.

“Shit!” he recoils. “I’m just bringing you food.”

I take the food shaking my head as Ryurik slides past the guy and into the hallway, my heart beating on red alert.

“Thank you. Don’t worry, I’m a detective,” I reply shakily, smiling at the guy for potentially saving what’s left of my life.

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