Page 56 of Bratva Bride

"Be calm,kotenok," his deep, seductive voice whispered in my ear.

Lukyan raised his head from his position on the floor, the rest of his body staying firmly on the ground and gave me a sly smile. "That's Luca," he said, pointing to one of the twins.

They had both moved off to the side at the start of our little squabble, mixing up the positions they were originally in. I had no idea if Lukyan was right or not but based on the look the twins gave me, he fucking was.

I growled and tried to get to Lukyan again, but Arturo had a solid grip on me.

"Will someone tell me what the fuck is going on?" Arturo snapped, looking around the room. I hadn't even noticed Aleksandr and Nikolai had joined our little party until right this moment. They stood in the corner, both munching on a packet of potato chips and watching on with amusement.

"They made a bet. Lukyan said he could tell us apart, Miss Volkov said he couldn't," Christian replied.

"What were the stakes?"

"If Miss Volkov won, Lukyan had to apologise and be nice to you."

Arturo scoffed. "And if she lost?"

"I got her new favourite gun," Lukyan rose gracefully to his feet, wiping down the front of his clothes and smiled.

I heard Aleksandr and Nikolai start talking amongst themselves in Russian, but I was too far gone to really pay attention.

"You swindled me!" I growled. "You knew which one was which."

"I told you I could tell them apart. Not my fault you didn't believe me," he shrugged.

I tried to move towards him again, stretching my arms out to wrap my hands around his throat but Arturo was like a rock, not budging the slightest.

"How?" Arturo questioned.

"How what?" Lukyan snapped.

"How did you tell them apart? I've had people working with me for years, people who have knownthemfor years, who couldn't tell. So, how is it that someone who has literally just met them is able to tell who is whom?"

Lukyan shrugged and moved to Luca's side. He gripped his forearm and slowly lifted it into the air. He pointed to a small, thin scar on the inside of his wrist.

"Noticed Luca had this scar on his wrist last night, my guess from a knife fight.” He moved to Christian. “Christian wears the same cologne as I do and Luca wears something downright dreadful," he scrunched up his nose. "No offence, bro," he said, winking at Luca.

"That's why you were sniffing them," I said, putting the pieces together from his crazy behaviour.

Arturo slowly loosened his grip on me but stayed close. "Hmmm," was all he said as he stared at Lukyan.

"Impressive, huh?" Lukyan grinned.

Great. Just what he needed. An ego booster.

My father stepped into the kitchen a moment later, looked at the broken dishes and food all over the kitchen floor, and shook his head. "Someone better clean that shit up,” he grunted.

“Not it!” Lukyan yelled, running out of the room.

I glanced at the mess on the floor and winced. I totally ruined Christian and Luca’s breakfast. “Sorry guys,” I said, looking at the twins.

They both smiled and said at the same time, “No sweat.”

“I’ll clean it up, Miss Volkov,” Flora said, stepping into the kitchen and grabbing her cleaning supplies.

“No, no, it’s okay. It’s my mess, I’ll clean it.”

Everybody began clearing out of the room as I started cleaning up the broken dishes and food from the floor. Everyone except Arturo. He leaned his elbows against the kitchen counter, watching me intently. I pointed to the plate of food next to him. “That’s for you.”

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