Page 36 of Pregnant Bratva Wife
I prayed for no trouble as we entered. Especially from the Espositos, who would be attending under the same unspoken truce that governed these events: no blood on the marble floors.
And tonight, I brought Autumn into the lion’s den.
She stepped into the room beside me, and every fucking head turned.
God, she was stunning.
The dress I had sent for her fit like a glove. Midnight blue silk. Bare shoulders. Slit up one thigh. Hair in loose curls that made her look soft, inviting.
But it was her eyes that caught me.
Even bluer, even lighter in that dress. An ice queen with a warm smile.
My wife.
Fuck, I’d never get used to how good that word felt.
She caught me staring and raised one eyebrow. “You’re staring.”
“So is everyone else.”
Her lips twitched, but she didn’t look away.
I placed a hand at the small of her back and guided her in, nodding to a few men on the way.
“Oh,” she whispered. “Shouldn’t we stop and say hello?”
She was trying to be the perfect wife. I could tell from the way she smiled at the doorman and how she insisted on greeting the hosts on the way in.
“No, that’s alright,” I told her as I ushered her past the group. How could I explain that I could hardly tolerate those assholes on the best of days?
“Champagne?” I offered, flagging down a waiter.
“Yes, please.” She fidgeted nervously with the diamond necklace I had gifted her earlier before taking the glass. She had refused to accept it, but I insisted that a Mrs. Lebedev ofgood standing wouldn’t dare appear at a Rossi Gala without diamonds.
She let me put it on her.
I handed her the glass, and our fingers brushed—just for a second. But that same spark tore down my spine, the one I felt earlier when I grazed her back, adjusting her necklace. A jolt of heat, sharp and electric, shot straight through me—down my spine, down my core—like a fucking shooting star, reckless and aching to hit its mark.
A mark called Autumn.
Fuck. She had no idea how fucking sexy she looked in that dress—tight and strapless, hugging every curve, her breasts pushed up just enough to tease. Just enough to make a man lose his mind.
I noticed many turn, ogle, before their eyes met mine, and froze. She’d been claimed, they realized. Ran.
“Oh my god!” I heard Kate’s voice, and we both turned. “Is that really you, Autumn?”
My sister-in-law rushed towards us, took Autumn into a hug, and pulled back to admire her. “You look gorgeous! And dear god, that necklace,” Kate looked over her shoulder at Caspian, levelled him a glare.
“Did you really have to?” Caspian muttered under his breath, playfully jamming a fist into my stomach.
“Not my fault you don’t spoil your wife,” I teased back.
We caught up for a while before Caspian mentioned that they were heading out. Kate was tired.
“Where are the others?” I asked.
“Oh. Somewhere around,” Kate smiled. “Your brothers are hanging out with the Vadims, I believe.”
