Page 92 of Forced Bratva Hostage

“Fuck this—I’m ordering pizza,” Jade huffs, standing up and searching for her phone.

“Pizza onfancydinner night?” I say in horror, pressing my hand over my heart.

“I’ll orderfancy pizza,”Jade grins, speaking in an accent that sounds so fake it’s horrifying.

Aly rolls her eyes. “No one cares what they eat, they’re just here for the drinks.”

“That’s not true.”

“Ark will eat anything.”

“Ark isn’t the best example,” I say, raising my brows.

“Mm. Good point.”

Aly grabs my hand while Jade is busy ordering pizza. She pulls me out of the kitchen towards the bar.

“I think we should have cocktails tonight.”

“Did I hear someone say they’re giving my wife cocktails?” Andrei says, hugging me from behind.

“Just a few. We’ll be good,” Aly grins.

“I don’t even pretend to have the power to tell my wife what she can and can’t do,” he says, then leans close and whispers in my ear while Aly is talking to the bartender.

“You know how you get when you have cocktails.”

“How do I get?” I ask with a smile.

“You can’t keep your hands off me.” He brushes his hand over my stomach, teasing me.

“Are you telling me I shouldn’t have cocktails?” I ask with a hint of mischief in my voice.

“No, I’m telling you to have more than a few. Then I’ll take advantage of you later.”

I start giggling. “You know you don’t need to get me tipsy for that.”

“Mm. But I do like the naughty girl that comes out after those strawberry things you drink…”

“Gross. You two are insatiable. Stop it. She’s mine until later. We need girl time.” Aly waves Andrei away as though he’s one of her annoying brothers.

He laughs and kisses me on the cheek before leaving us to our trouble.

Jade comes out of the kitchen looking flustered, and Aly immediately hands her a cocktail, too.

“To sisters,” she grins.

“To sisters—and pizza on fancy dinner night,” I smile at Jade. She rolls her eyes and smiles, too.

“Fine,” she huffs.

***

Later that night, after the pizza boxes are all empty, spread out across the dinner table, and people are sitting here and there, talking and laughing, Andrei slips his hand around my waist and pulls me against his side.

I giggle as he nuzzles his mouth into the curve of my neck.

“Come with me,” he whispers into my ear.

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