Page 17 of Pregnant Prisoner By the Bratva
Right?
Chapter 6 – Yulian
It was good to be back in the city I was all too familiar with—every nook, every corner, and every street. I knew this place like the back of my hand and was glad to finally be home, away from the noise of New York.
However, the only downside to being back home was that I wouldn’t get to see Ester again. She’d been in my head all through the flight from New York to Chicago. It was like she’d been etched into my mind, tattooed on my stone-cold heart.
It didn’t matter how many times I tried to brush off the thoughts of her, the memories of our time together wouldn’t stop flashing in my head. I could still hear the sound of her moans, still smell the scent of her perfume. And on my tongue, the taste of nectar lingered.
Even now, after a few days, I hadn’t fully recovered from the marathon we ran the other night. Ester was an excellent kisser and even better lover. Her skin was soft and smooth beneath my touch, her moans music to my ears. It was almost like that night, I left a piece of me inside her—perhaps that was the reason I felt so incomplete.
Was I hexed? Had she cast some kind of spell on me? Why couldn’t I focus on anything but her? Why was she the only thing running through my mind all day, every day, since I got back?
I hated New York City, but Ester was the one good thing that seemed to have happened to me while I was there. However, I was starting to question if running into her and getting intimate with her was such a good idea after all. At least if I had never met her, I wouldn’t be in this mess right now.
There was a lot on my plate at the moment—sticky situations that needed my full attention. But I wasn’t at fullcapacity. Why? Because I couldn’t stop thinking about some girl I met in NYC.
As fascinating as it was that Ester had managed to live rent-free in my head for this long, it was also fucking annoying. It pissed me off that the reason for my distraction from the job was some girl with some crazy ass tattoo skills. How the hell was that supposed to make sense?
I’d been with other women before—older, bigger, skinnier, shorter, taller. Yet, none of those women had lingered in my head an hour after intimacy. Why was Ester different? What was it about her that kept pulling me in like a moth to a flame?
This whole distraction thing was new to me, uncharted waters that I had no idea how to navigate. How could something so wrong feel so right?
Maxim was in charge of taking care of the mess that welcomed me home, chaos and disorderliness. A bloody skirmish had occurred at one of our downtown warehouses, resulting in the loss of some money and merchandise. This happened while I was away, and as the boss, it was my duty to handle the situation.
However, with the scandal in my head and my inability to focus on anything other than Ester, I had to assign the task to my lieutenant. While Maxim was trying to fix the problem without stepping on too many toes, I was busy recovering from Ester. Or at least attempting to.
Shit was starting to get out of hand, considering just how messed up I was. She was in my head all the time, in my dreams at night. And even when I caught the slightest glimpse of a tattoo somewhere, thoughts of her would flood my mind again. I’d remember her touch, her skills, and her charming smile.
Maybe I should dig into her. Find out all there was to know about Ester Sharpe. At some point, I even consideredgoing back to NYC just so I’d set my eyes on her again. Perhaps leaving without so much as a proper goodbye affected me more than I thought. I should have at least taken her number so I could call to check on her every now and then.
Seeing how devastated I was, it was safe to say I made the right choice. If I had her number, I’d have called her already, and the more I called, the more attached to her I’d get. Leaving the way I did was the right call.
Ester might be a mysterious young lady, but she was innocent and didn’t deserve to be tangled in this life. There was a light in her eyes that pulled me to her, a stark contrast to the darkness in mine.
But as attracted to her as I was, it was better to stay away because whatever emotion was ignited that night was never meant to be. We lived in separate worlds, and hers was more ordinary than mine—more colorful. She was better off on her own, away from the violence, chaos, and destruction that followed me wherever I went.
It was high time I got my head back in the game. Ester was never going to be mine—not in this universe, at least. I’d spent so much time thinking about her that I neglected my duties to the Bratva. I put her first above all others, and that’s the reason this skirmish had lingered this long.
Bratva first before my own personal crap. That’s the order of the thing—always had been and always would be.
My phone buzzed on the table, an incoming call from Maxim. “Yes?” I answered, listening to him on the other line.
As the saying goes, if you want something done right, do it yourself.
It’s time I took care of things myself. Maxim had done all that he could to salvage the situation, but it had proven to be way out of his league. Shit was deeper than I thought, and if therewas any chance at recovering what was lost, I must do things myself.
“I’m on my way.”
With that, I ended the call and left the office.
Chapter 7 – Ester
It was fun while it lasted. But it’s over now, and I was back to my reality: financial analyst by day, tattoo artist by night. Same old routine every day—nothing new, nothing exciting—just my regular boring life.
A few days had passed since our fancy dinner night and the funky activity that followed soon after. I should be over it by now, the date and the incredible sex. But for some reason, I’d yet to take control of my own thoughts.
It was hard to focus on work, as memories of the previous night flooded my mind every now and then. His touch, the feeling of his skin against mine, his lips against mine, and the masculine scent of his cologne still lingered on the fringes of my mind.
