Page 24 of Bratva Bride

Arturo laughed outright and I clamped my hand over his mouth, narrowing my eyes in warning.

"Go the fuck away!" I roared.

"Are you sure she's not on her period? She sounds pretty fucking hormonal to me," Lukyan asked Nikolai.

That's fucking it!

I wrapped my fingers around the handle of my gun and pulled it from the holster. I pointed it at the door, making sure to aim high enough so I wouldn't hit them and fired two shots.

"Fuck!" One of them yelled, not sure which, and then the sound of their big bodies dropping to the floor followed next.

"I told you I'm fine!" I growled. "Now fuck off before I fire again. This time I won't miss!"

"She's fucking mental!" Lukyan yelled.

"What Volkov isn't?" Nikolai replied, the sound of his voice fading until the only thing I could hear was Arturo's breathing and my heart beating.

My body relaxed as soon as I realised they had left.

Seriously, what else is this fucking day gonna throw at me?

I rose to my feet, ignoring Arturo's heated gaze as I stepped over him and sat on my bed. I leaned over to my bedside table and flicked the lamp on, then I started undoing the straps on my heels, desperate to get out of them and relax my feet.

Arturo picked his big body off the floor and stood gracefully. He lowered his head and looked at his left foot and that's when I remembered I stabbed him with my heel. I should have felt bad, but I didn't. The fucker broke into my house, he deserved it.

“How did you get in here?" I asked, dropping my heels to the ground. His only response was to look at the large window in my room.

My eyes followed his gaze and I shook my head. "Bullshit. That's a three-story drop."

He arched an eyebrow, that sexy mouth of his curling up in a sly smile. "You wanted an answer to your question, I gave you one. Whether you believe it or not is up to you."

I forgot how damn sexy his deep voice was.

"And what about my other question?"

"What question was that,kotenok?"I swear I could hear a hint of seduction in his voice.

"What the hell are you doing here?"

"Ah," he chuckled. "But I did answer that question already. I told you, I'm here for you," he pinned me with his gaze and the intensity of it sent shivers down my spine.

Just his mere presence made my body tingle and my stomach flutter. What the fuck was this man doing to me?! I’ve been around plenty of hot guys, and none of them made me feel like some giddy school kid talking to their crush.

I stood up, not liking the fact he was looming over me. He was still a good few feet taller than me even standing, but at least this way it wasn't as bad.

I didn't realise the first time I met him how broad and wide his shoulders were. How his hips narrow, showing that he wasn't just muscular but lean as well. He was still wearing the same suit from this morning, and I could see the faint traces of his tattoos just under the collar of his shirt. It took every bit of willpower I possessed not to reach out and trace them with my fingers.

"What does that mean? That you're here for me?"

He answered my question with another question. "Have you thought about my proposal?"

"You mean, your father's proposal?" I asked, arching an eyebrow.

Arturo shook his head, chuckling. He slowly started circling me, similar to how my father circled Maxim. Like I was prey. Fuck, I felt like prey right then. I stayed rooted in place, refusing to show any sign of discomfort, following him with my eyes.

"My father may have put the proposal forward, but it is my proposal nonetheless." His beautiful heterochromia eyes were roaming up and down my body as he continued to circle me. I couldn't ignore the desire burning from within them, or the way his heated gaze made my blood boil with excitement. "Have you?" he whispered, and this time I knew for sure there was seduction lacing his voice.

"I have," I replied, keeping track of him. "Have you?"

---