Page 10 of Untamed

I roll my eyes and barely refrain from gently reminding some of these girls that he taggedmeand me alone, and they can keep their thirsty little mitts off him, but that feels so grade school.

Oh.

Oh, wait.Mineis the only comment he replied to. Holding my breath, I scroll down.

Not staged.

Ohsure,he’s a hot made man looking for some attention. And I’ve got a bridge to sell you, ironically not far from here… I roll my eyes when my phone dings with a notification.

It’s a…message?

Bratvabloodline

What makes you think this is staged?

God, his username is Bratvabloodline.

My pulse racing, I tap out a quick message.

Because I would imagine men like… supposedly you… have better things to do than post thirst traps?

Bratvabloodline

Better things to do than get your attention?

I roll my eyes. My skin feels strangely hot and prickly. We can’t get off the subject.

But this whole staged mafia thing…

Bratvabloodline

Like I said, not staged. Obviously, I can’t talk.

Ooh. Well played.

I can’t not ask questions. If you’re REALLY mafia (LOL) which kind are you?

I’m disappointed when he doesn’t respond right away. Maybe heischatting with other women, and why does that make me feel jealous? Maybe he’s?—

My cheeks color as I go back to his screen, only to realize he’s posted another video.

He stands in what looks like… a penthouse? He’s wearing jeans hung low on his waist, his eyes riveted on the screen.

You’ve been a naughty girl, @dreammafiaqueen. You should know by now what happens to bad girls.

Wait. He said I’ve… been a bad girl? My breathing hitches.

Slowly, his eyes staring straight at me through the screen, he begins to unfasten his belt. I’m absolutely fucking mesmerized; my mouth is dry as he pulls the leather through the loops with an audiblesnap.

Ahhhhhhh!

Walking over to a gorgeous couch, he arranges pillows in the shape of… oh god. No. Is he really?

With practiced ease, he doubles the belt over in his large, very manly hand, and snaps it across the fullest part of the pillow.

I let out a littlesqueak.

I plan a quick internet search of the tats he has, only to be drawn deep into the meanings behind his tattoos. A crowned skull, inked on his forearm, signifies authority earned through ruthless power. Stars etched on his collarbones—prison tattoos—mark him as someone who bows to no one. The spiderweb ink over his elbow, a symbol of time served. And the one that has me most intrigued— intricate script on his knuckles spells out a phrase in Russian that translates to “Loyalty Until Death.”

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