Page 72 of Violent Love: Viktor
“My good girl,” I murmured.“How’s your asshole?”
She grinned.
“All better, Master.”
“I got you something. So you won’t feel alone while I’m working.”
I slid the box between us.
She eyed it curiously. I opened the lid—and she gasped, scooping the tiny calico kitten to her bare chest.
“For me, Master?”
“She hasn’t even been named yet. She’s all yours,” I said, relieved she liked the damn thing.“But you need to look after her.”
She nodded without looking at me, totally focused on the tiny creature in her hands.
A dog would’ve been too much competition.
The kitten had been a good choice.
???
Ania had the baby, but I’d been balls deep in my pet and missed it. I drove around again, looking for a parking space. I was a shit godfather, and I hadn’t even met her yet. I finally spotted a car pulling out.
After circling back, I waited for the car to leave. Another driver was waiting for the same spot. With a growl, I swiftly parked, glaring at the man who thought he could steal from me.
Asshole. Good thing I had my gun with me.
I slammed the car door and rushed toward the hospital. Pyotr stood guard, and I gave him a nod. When I cracked the door open, I heard the Pakhan using a tone I’d never heard from him before. Soft and loving.
“My Bratva Princess, you will have an army of men to protect you, my love. No one will ever touch a single hair on your head, or Daddy will chop their arms off before he decapitates them.”
Okay. Soft, loving—and violent.
“Wow. Pakhan, she is only a few hours old, and you’re singing about chopping arms and decapitation,” I said with a grin.
“You took your time,” he said with a smile.
I rubbed the back of my neck, cringing. I couldn’t exactly tell him I’d been obsessed with my filthy little pet.
“I didn’t see the message until later,” I said, before catching sight of his daughter.
Did they all come out that fucking small?!
She looked so fragile, but peaceful in her sleep.
“Meet your goddaughter, Ayla,” he said, pride and joy thick in his voice.
He held her out to me, but I shook my head, raising both hands.
“I don’t think I should hold her,” I said, trying not to panic.
He placed the tiny bundle in my arms anyway, and I instinctively held Ayla to my chest. I stared down at her little hat, her body wrapped like a cocoon in the blanket.
“How can she be so small?” I whispered in awe.
“I wouldn’t say that to Bunny. She didn’t think that when she was pushing her out,” he warned.
