Page 116 of Bratva's Vow
A small smile graced his lips as he slid off my lap and kneeled between my thighs.
“Wren.” I placed my hands on his shoulders. “I wasn’t being serious about that.”
As much as I was hard, I didn’t want to cheapen the vow we’d made to each other.
“I want to.” He reached for my zipper and, in no time, had me out of my pants.
He was good. Real good. His head bobbing as he deepthroated me. In minutes, I was shooting my load into his throat, my fingers buried in his hair, and his face pressed to my pubes.
A sharp rap sounded on the door. Then it burst open. Wren didn’t have the time to get to his feet. Neither did I have the time to hide the evidence of what we’d been doing.
“What the hell, Archie?” I snapped, tucking myself back into my pants. I got to my feet to fix my clothes and gave Wren a helping hand. “What do you want?”
Archie looked stunned for a second, his gaze fixated on Wren’s hand. “Is that an engagement ring?” he croaked.
“Why are you here, Archie? I told you not to have anyone disturb us. That meant you as well.”
“My apologies,” he said stiffly. “I just thought you’d like to know that the hospital called. It’s Vlad.”
“Vlad?” Wren grabbed my shirt. “He’s in the hospital?”
Fuck.
“Wren, stay here. I’ll have Nik take you home while I go to the hospital.”
“I’m coming with you.”
“No.” I cupped his face, brushing my thumb over the spot where worry gathered between his brows. “Please, solnyshko. Stay here. Let me handle this.”
“I can be there with you?—”
“I know. And I love that you want to be. But right now, I need to focus on Vlad. Do you understand?”
Wren swallowed hard, then slowly nodded. “Okay. But you promise you’ll call me?”
I pressed a kiss to his forehead. “I’ll tell you everything you need to know. I swear.”
He clutched my hand before I could move. “Max…”
I looked back.
“Be careful.”
And I loved him all the more for that. He didn’t say “Don’t go.” He said “Be careful.” He didn’t try to stop me from being who I was. He just wanted me to come back.
I gave his fingers one last squeeze, grabbed my coat and phone, and slipped out the door with Archie. All while repeating the Otche Nash—the one prayer I’d been taught as a boy. I’d never felt so powerless in my life.
CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
WREN
Nik grumbled something low and harsh as he slammed the car door shut hard. I winced. His frustration hung in the air like smoke, acrid and clinging.
I ignored it.
He might be annoyed, but I wasn’t staying out of the loop this time. Vova wasn’t some acquaintance. True, we’d only met once, but he’d been warm and kind in a way that left a lasting impression. And more than that, he was Maxim’s cousin. That made him family. If he was hurt, I needed to be there too.
“What are you muttering now?” I asked as we walked across the parking lot, weaving between cars toward the hospital entrance.
