Page 11 of Nobody Wants Me
“How?”I asked.
“I got on the wrong side of it.”She walked toward the dining room, without an invitation, and I noticed she didn’t even need to be pointed in the direction of where she needed to go.The Butcher simply knew.
I turned to Ivan.
“Why?”
Ivan smiled at me.“I thought Freya could do with a friend.”
“A friend?”
“Yes.”
“Are you fucking kidding me right now?”I asked.The last thing I needed was another woman in my home.I had shit to do.
“Well, seeing as you didn’t take my advice and go on your precious honeymoon, which you really should, you and I have some business to attend to.For that reason, I feel The Butcher will be best suited here, taking care of Freya.”
“You could just send her back to her father,” I said.
Ivan threw his head back and burst out laughing.I was not amused.
“Don’t ever send her back to her father,” Ivan said, and within a second, he had lost all sense of amusement.This surprised me.The sudden change was unexpected.
I looked at Ivan.I had no intention of sending my wife back, at least not until Ivan was done with her.Freya was a means to an end.However, I had a feeling she was going to be part of my world for a long fucking time.My wife.
I held my hands up.“Whatever you say.”
Ivan glanced down at his watch.“We’ve got time for food,” he said.“Also, I would like to get to know Freya.She is not an easy person to learn.”
Before I got a chance to ask him what the fuck was going on, he was already making his way into my dining room.I had more questions than answers, which I didn’t think was great, as it just pissed me the fuck off.
Entering the dining room, I found Freya and The Butcher sitting close together, actually fucking talking.They were not on opposite sides of the table, but close together, on the same freaking side.I did not need my wife becoming friends with The Butcher.
“Freya, darling,” Ivan said.“Tell me, where did you get that dress?”
“She fucking made it,” The Butcher said.“I was just asking the same thing.”
Freya glanced down at her body, and I wondered under her makeup, if she was blushing.I had noticed she blushed a great deal.
“I ...it’s nothing.”
“I think it is really pretty,” The Butcher said.
It was a pretty dress.
“Thank you,” Freya said.“I know it’s probably ...boring, you know, sewing my own clothes—”
“Stop right the fuck there,” The Butcher said.She held her hand up, and Freya had gone silent.“If it is what you love to do, then do it.Don’t let anyone tell you it’s boring or some stupid shit like that.People do what the fuck they want all the time.You don’t need any validation.Life is too damn short to worry about what other people are thinking.You like making clothes, you make clothes.You want to be a wife and a mother, be a wife and a mother.”
“Do you want to be a mother?”Ivan asked.
I fucking hated The Butcher.I couldn’t help but wonder if the two were working together to make my life so fucking difficult.
I was not going to have kids with this woman.No fucking way.I told Ivan I was never going to be a father.Admittedly, I did also mention that I never wanted to marry either.Ivan had once responded, “All in good time.”I thought he was messing around, but alas, no.
If Ivan wanted more children born within the Bratva, then he was going to get it.I already knew the other Brigadiers were in fact fathers.I was the only one who hadn’t yet had a child.This is not something I wanted.I didn’t want any children.I was starting to sound like a broken record.
“Someday I would like to be,” Freya said.Her voice was so small.
