Page 177 of Bratva Jewels Box Set
“I don’t know, can you?”
I roll my eyes at his dad joke. “Did you grow up wanting to be a hitman?”
Maxim stills, and the smile falls from his face as he rolls over onto his good shoulder.
“You think someone grows up wanting to do this?”
I shrug. I don’t know, there are psychopaths out there. Not that I think Maxim is one, but there must be something there that he can take people’s lives so easily.
“This was not my dream, Grace. My father worked for the Bratva back in St Petersburg. I had no choice, there was no other life for me.”
That’s sad that your own parent would want that for you.
“Sergei was an acquaintance of my father. He didn’t work in the Bratva but was hired by them and others to do their hits. My father’s boss’s daughter took a liking to me, but she was engaged to her father’s second in charge. When my father found the twoof us in bed together, he shipped me off to Sergei to study as his protégé because he didn’t want his boss to kill me.”
Guess that’s kind of sweet. “I thought once you were in you were in for life?”
“That was my father, but at that point I was still young, not yet eighteen. Once you turned eighteen you had to pledge. My father was very trusted in the Bratva, and when he told his boss training me to be a hitman would benefit them over any other job, they agreed.”
“Are you still close with your father?”
He shakes his head. “He died this year. Some upstart in a rival family took him out. I found him within the hour and repaid the debt.”
I would, too, if someone murdered my father.
“What about your mother?”
“She hated this world. When we lost Elena, my parents split up. She always suspected my father’s job had something to do with it. She blamed him for Alexandra’s death as someone in the Bratva got her hooked on drugs. When Elena passed it was too much for her, and she disappeared.”
All this pain only to find out Elena is alive.
“Do you want to talk about your sister?” I ask, seeing as the topic has been brought up.
He shakes his head. “Let’s enjoy tonight. Everything else will still be there tomorrow.”
He’s right. Getting up off my sun lounge, I straddle Maxim’s hips in my sundress, the short hem riding up exposing my bare pussy for him.
Maxim curses in Russian as he bites down on his fist when he notices. “You feel frisky again, Wildcat?”
I bite my lip as I throw back the rest of my wine before placing my glass beside him. “Always with you, but that can wait because I want to get to you, Maxim. I want to know more aboutthe man that lives inside of here,” I tell him, placing my hand on his bare chest.
“Anything you want to know I’ll tell you, Grace,” he says, running his hands up my thighs.
“Are we alone in the villa?”
He nods. “Sergei lives in a cottage at the bottom of the vineyard, and I sent the rest of the staff home on leave so that no one could disturb us.”
“Did you have plans for me?”
“My plans were being on my knees groveling, trying to win you back.”
“Are you saying I took you back too easily? I should have made you work for it more?”
“I’ll never stop making sure you never regret your decision to choose me,” he says, rolling his hips so his dick presses against my center. He’s playing dirty.
“Didn’t have much of a choice.” I giggle, letting my hips roll against him.
“You saying I forced you to choose me?” He arches a dark brow.
