Page 123 of Bratva Bride

“Are you guys done fucking now?”

ChapterThirty

Illayana De Luca

“Yoo-hoooo,” Vincenzo sang, knocking repeatedly on the door. “Is it safe to come in or are you two still humping like bunnies?”

Arturo rolled his eyes and got to his feet, tucking himself back in his pants and doing up his belt. I pulled my underwear back up and stood on shaky legs, my tattered clothing falling away from my body.

Now that we were no longer going at each other, I took the time to look around the room. We were in a large bedroom, easily three sizes bigger than my room back in Vegas. There was a certain dark vibe emanating from the space, like something you’d feel if you were standing in the middle of the devil’s den. It had a king size four poster bed with luxurious black sheets and dark ebony furniture scattered throughout.

The enticing spicy scent lacing the air made it clear that it was Arturo’s bedroom. Well, my room now too. My suitcases were sitting right next to the bed.

Dressed in nothing but a bra and underwear, I stared down at my ruined clothes and pursed my lips, glancing back to Arturo.

“Don’t look at me like that,” he chuckled, running a hand through his hair. “You asked for it.”

“I’m pretty sure I specifically asked younotto do it,” I snarked, glaring.

He raised a brow. “Careful with that attitudekotenok, or we’ll be right back on that floor, and I’ll fuck it out of you.”

My eyes lit up with excitement. “Promise?”

He took a step toward me, a dark look on his face and the door burst open.

Vincenzo strolled in and froze when he saw me, a low, long whistle coming out of his mouth. I wasn’t the overly shy type but standing in front of my brother-in-law basically naked made me a little uncomfortable.

Arturo shielded me with his body, scowling at his younger brother. “Turn around,” he snapped, eyes hard.

Vincenzo rolled his eyes and gave us his back. “No need to get all pissy, we’re all family here, right Illayana?” He peaked over his shoulder.

“Move another muscle and I’ll cut your eyes out Vin, I swear to God,” Arturo warned, and Vincenzo spun back around quickly.

Arturo led me over to a walk-in closet and pulled out a black silk buttoned up shirt. “Put this on,” he barked.

I arched an eyebrow. “Don’t get snippy with me. It’s your fault I’ve got no clothes.”

“Put. It. On,” he growled, impatience dripping from him.

“Alright, alright.” I quickly slipped the fabric over my skin. Even though he was taller than me, the shirt barely covered the goods, coming to a stop mid thigh.

“Is the coast clear now? Can I turn around?” Vincenzo asked.

Arturo responded by coming over and lightly pushing him in the back. “What do you want?”

I moved to my suitcases and started sifting through them to find something more appropriate to wear as Vincenzo spoke.

“Thought you’d wanna know I just got a call from Mario; he caught some little shit selling on our territory again. He decided to leave him be and tail him. He followed him to a drop house on the edge of the city and it was being guarded by Franco’s men.”

Arturo growled. “Are you sure?”

Vincenzo came over with an iPad and handed it to his brother. Arturo flicked through the images on the screen. “These are the photos Mario managed to get of the men. I cross-referenced them with the information I’ve been able to gather so far on Franco and there’s a few matches. One of them-” Vincenzo leaned over and clicked the iPad. “-this guy, is one of Franco’s Capos, Benito.”

I pulled out a pair of jeans and a long sleeved shirt, setting them on the bed. I came over to Arturo’s side and glanced down at the screen.

Benito was a beefy guy, with huge thick shoulders. He had short dark hair, light olive skin and a paedophile moustache.

Darkness flashed in Arturo’s mix-matched eyes. “Call the men, we’re moving our plans up. I want them here and ready in thirty minutes.”

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