Page 35 of Bratva Bride

Okay, so he's still a little upset.

When Lukyan realised I had accepted Arturo’s proposal and would be moving to New York, he had been in a perpetually sour mood - but only towards me. In a way, I could understand. Out of all my brothers, I was closest to Lukyan. For the first ten to fifteen years of our lives, we were basically inseparable. We did everything together. We terrorised the place with our pranks and crazy personalities. He was finding it hard to accept the fact that I would be leaving. I guess he thought I would always be here. I did, too.

I sighed and moved to stand next to him. He didn't acknowledge my presence, just continued to sip on his coffee.

"Lukyan."

Nothing. Fucking crickets.

"Lukyan," I said a little harder this time.

Still, the fucker stayed silent.

"Come on Lukyan, we both know you can't keep this shit up forever. I'm going to go out and do some shopping, wanna come? I'll get you a donut from The Grind. I know how much you love their donuts."

"I don't want a fucking donut," he grumbled, glaring at his coffee cup.

Yeah fucking right.The kid lived for anything sweet. I swear, sometimes he was like a child stuck in a grown ass man's body. He would choose lollies and chocolate over a decent meal any day.

"Fine. I'll be back later then." I turned and started walking away. Just before I left the kitchen, I heard Lukyan's voice.

"What kind of donut?"

I kept my back to him, hiding the smirk that was on my face. I knew he couldn't resist. "Any kind you want."

He stayed silent for a few seconds and then I heard the sound of his chair sliding across the marble floor. The scent of alcohol and cigars hit me like a title wave as he moved to my side.

"This doesn't mean I forgive you for leaving," he said, nose in the air. "I just want a fucking donut."

"Uh-huh." I smirked as I made my way out of the kitchen, heading towards the front door.

“What’s with the shadows?” he asked, referring to Adrian and Lorenzo following behind us.

I groaned. “Father’s stuck me with guards.”

“Ha! Seriously? Suck shit,” he laughed.

“Shut up,” I grunted, elbowing him in the ribs.

He pranced forward and turned, walking backwards down the corridor. “So, you drew the short straw, huh, Adrian? Went from guarding the big boss to his precious little flower? Sucks to be you.”

“I am not a precious little flower!” I blasted, leering at him.

Adrian just shook his head. “It’s an honour to watch over Illayana,” he replied to Lukyan, not rising to the bait.

Lukyan scoffed. “Yeah right.” His eyes flicked to Lorenzo. “And who are you?”

“I’m Lorenzo,” he replied, not bothering to say anything else.

“Right. And?”

“And nothing Lukyan, would you just shut up?” I growled.

“Temper, temper,” Lukyan smiled, turning back around.

Once we stepped outside, Lorenzo moved to the black Range Rover parked in the driveway and opened the door to the backseat.

"Thank you, Lorenzo." I jumped in, taking a seat, Lukyan joining me. Adrian took to the driver’s side while Lorenzo sat in the passenger seat.

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