Page 110 of Bratva's Vow
“Let me know how it makes you feel.” Pilar wiped her hands on a dish towel. “It’s an old family recipe. I’ll make more if it helps.”
When I finished, I tried to clear my plate, but she came over and took it from me. “This is what I’m here for. Your first class starts soon, doesn’t it?” When I stared at her blankly, she chuckled. “Mr. Morozov told me your schedule so I could work around you being home except for mornings. He insists I make you a nice breakfast before you go to class.”
“Oh, okay. Thank you, then,” I said, still uncertain about everything. “Breakfast was… really good, and the tea was delicious.”
“I’m glad you liked it. I’ll make you some each morning.”Pilar smiled and brought the dishes over to the counter. “If there’s anything specific you like to eat or anything you’re craving, just write it down on this notepad I’ll leave in the drawer. I’ll take care of the groceries.”
I stared at the notepad like it was going to bite me. “Okay. Um. Cool.”
“Wren, we should get going,” Nik said.
“Just let me rinse my mouth.”
I hurried to the half bath and gargled mouthwash for thirty seconds. While swishing, I pulled out my phone and fired off a message to Maxim.
Me:
You didn’t tell me about the housekeeper.
Maxim:
I love you.
I stared at the screen.
Shook my head. Spat out the mouthwash.
“You’re impossible,” I muttered under my breath but couldn’t help the smile tugging at my lips as I slipped my phone into my pocket.
Nik was waiting for me at the door, a strange grin on his face. As soon as I walked out, I saw why.
I whistled low. “Damn.”
Parked at the end of the drive was a car that looked like it belonged in a showroom with velvet ropes around it. Midnight black, all smooth curves and sharp edges. Not quite a sports car yet sleek enough to drop jaws. Mine had practically crashed into the ground. The rims gleamed. The paint caught the light like ink over water.
“Damn,” I said again because it was worth repeating. “You got an upgrade. Looks expensive.”
Nik grinned and pulled something from his pocket. “Catch.”
I fumbled and caught the fob midair, staring down at it like it might be made of gold. “You’re letting me drive this?Yourbrand-new car? Are you sure that’s smart? I have a license, but I don’t exactly drive much.”
Nik headed for the passenger side. “You’re not driving my car.”
“Then whose?—?”
“You’re drivingyourcar.”
I blinked. “Wait.What?”
Nik opened the door and slid in like this was routine. “Maxim bought it for you. I picked it up yesterday. He said you needed a little more freedom. Within reason. So congrats. She’s yours, but you only drive it if one of us is with you.”
I turned back to the car, heart thudding.
Mine.
It was a two-door coupe, glossy and gorgeous. The kind of car that made people stop and stare. Sleek black body, matte finish details, and that subtle glint of something that whispered money without having to scream it.
I opened the driver’s side door slowly, like I didn’t want to scare it off.
