Page 1 of Bratva Bride

ChapterOne

Illayana Volkov

"Illayana Volkov! Get your ass out of that bed! Now!" A deep voice boomed from outside my bedroom door. Three loud bangs against the door followed after, making the walls shake.

I bolted upright, my hair dishevelled and legs wrapped up in the blankets. My hand flew to my forehead as I closed my eyes and groaned.

Ugh, too fucking early.

Another bang at my bedroom door snapped me out of my haze and my eyes flew open. The heat of a body next to mine made me jolt straight out of the bed.

Oh fuck.

There, lying in the middle of the bed was . . . fuck, what was his name? My one-night stand, let's just call him that.

After a kick ass night at one of our nightclubs,Distoria, where I celebrated turning twenty-one with a few of my closest friends, I must have stumbled home, taking this guy with me.

How the fuck did I get him past the guards at the main gate?

My eyes wandered over the sleeping male in my bed. Is it just me or did he look way more attractive last night?

Beer goggles, Illayana. Those damn beer goggles.

He wasn't unattractive, just not the usual man I go for. He was lean but more so on the skinny side. He had long, brown hair that went to his shoulders with streaks of blonde running through it.Yuck...did I think that was sexy?His face was round, kind of like a baby face and his nose was flat, like he had been hit with a shovel repeatedly and his nose never healed properly.

What the fuck was I on last night?

Looking down at my body, I realised I was naked.

Fuck.

I quickly ran across the room to my closet and plucked a robe off a hanger. Tying the rope around my waist, I made my way back to the bed just as another bang reverberated throughout the room.

"Illayanaaaaa," the voice growled, which I now knew to be my older brother Aleksandr.

“Just a second!” I yelled back, reaching for my phone. I quickly dialled my best friend, Tatiana. She answered on the fifth ring.

“You better have a damn good reason for calling me this early in the fucking morning,” she grumbled, her voice thick with sleep.

“Dude, what the fuck? You let me bring a guy home last night? Are you insane?!” I hissed, cupping the receiver.

“Bitch, I didn’t let you do anything. I tried to stop you and you said, and I quote, ‘if I wanna get laid, ain’t nobody gonna stop me.’ Then you stumbled off dragging him behind you. What was I supposed to do? Tackle you?”

“That would have been preferable, yes. My father is gonna lose his mind when he finds out!”

“So don’t let him find out then. Duh.”

If I could slap her right now, I would. Granted, this wasn’t exactly her fault. I should have had enough common sense not to bring him home. But still, she was the sober one last night, the DD (designated driver), not me. So she should have had enough of her brain cells working to realise what a horrible mistake this would turn out to be.

“And how the fuck am I supposed to do that?”

“I dunno, figure it out and call me later. I’m going back to bed.”

“Tatiana, don’t you dare-”

She hung up.

That bitch.

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