Page 2 of The Bratva's Nanny

“She tired you out?”

“Yes, and last night she had a horrible nightmare about a shark, so we didn’t get a lot of sleep.”

This is what he enjoyed with Alix. Even now, even when she knew who he was, what he was, they were still having a civilized conversation. She didn’t treat him any differently. She knew she was his possession. When he went to collect her, he’d told her every single detail George had agreed to.

“You should have come and woken me.”

“That wasn’t necessary. All she needed was a big, strong hug and then she felt fine. I can handle it. Besides, I’ve never been a big sleeper in all honesty.”

“Why?”

She shrugged. “I don’t know. I drove my parents crazy. I’d wake up at all hours of the night, wanting to play and do stuff. As I got older, I learned to stay in my room, read, watch television, that kind of thing.” She ran fingers through Sofia’s hair and his daughter looked so … peaceful. Did she really miss a mother figure that much?

He knew he would love to be in his daughter’s place, to have Alix running her fingers through his hair, touching him. These kinds of feelings were not welcome to him. He didn’t want to be craving this woman.

Staring down at her, he noticed she wore a beautiful white summer dress. The sleeves puffed out and gathered into a cuff at the middle of her arm, while the bodice plunged toward her full breasts. He felt an answering arousal in his dick at the sight. The dress cinched in at the waist and curved over her hips, emphasizing their fullness, and again he had that ache.

“Have I proven myself to you?” Alix asked.

Dmitry stared into her beautiful brown eyes and the truth was no, because he wanted her in his bed, to fuck her.

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Alix knew she was a bit strange. She had been told that many times over the years. Even by her husband, that useless piece of shit that had put her in this position. She had never slept with him. Never done anything with him, and he’d hated it. She hated him.

The only reason she had married him was because she adored his parents. She and George were friends when they were kids. They had grown up together. Everything changed when he grew a dick and started to see girls in a whole other light. Since they were about thirteen, she couldn’t stand him. He’d turned into a horrible human being, but her love of his parents had never changed. They wanted to see him settled down, and the only decent bone in George’s body was his love for his parents. At least he did have that.

His parents had adored her, and they wanted to see him settle with her. Alix agreed to the arrangement provided they would divorce after his parents’ passing.

They died two months after their wedding. She had no choice but to move in with him. George had tried to take things further, but she refused. He became an even bigger dick, and now she was stuck with the Balakin Bratva. Rather than be afraid, she felt safe. How messed up was that?

Dmitry Balakin was a monster, a killer, someone to be feared. How did she know this? George, after that weird party he insisted on taking her to, had informed her. Dmitry had hurt himself at the party. She had done what any self-respecting person would have done. She helped him.

George had warned her. If Dmitry wasn’t happy, she’d be dead. If she had done anything to jeopardize his position, he would gladly divorce her. Alix had hoped she’d done something wrong so she would get that divorce. She’d been trying to get rid of him for months, only he wouldn’t sign the damn papers. They were at least signed now and she was free of him. The only problem was she didn’t have her freedom. For George to keep all his limbs and his life, he’d sold her. Useless prick.

She never cursed out loud. Never, ever. It was something her parents had told her a lady didn’t do, but that didn’t mean she couldn’t curse inside her head, which she liked to do a lot.

Alix couldn’t believe she had just blurted out that question to this man. He was dangerous. The leader, the boss, the whatever he wanted to call himself of the Bratva. She had asked him if she had proven herself to him.

Dmitry stared at her. He had blue eyes. Beautiful, almost shocking in their intensity. She could imagine he’d terrified a lot of people during his time, and would continue to do so.

Again, she was a strange person because she wasn’t afraid at all. Staring into his eyes, she had that safe feeling—like everything was going to be okay, and she no longer needed to worry about anything. This was a monster and she felt safe.

“That depends, Alix, do you just want to be my nanny?”

She glanced down at Sofia.

“Wait, why do I have to come with you?”

“Because you’re mine now. Your husband has sold you to me. You are my property to do with as I wish.”

Those words continued to ring in her head daily. They had done so for three months now.

She didn’t know what she expected from him but it hadn’t been to take care of his child. Of course, when he came to collect her, she hadn’t known he had a child. Other than what George told her, she knew nothing about him.

From his house, his clothes, and even the watch he wore, she knew he was wealthy. The guards who were constantly carrying weapons also gave away the fact he was powerful. They always hid the weapons from Sofia, not from her.

Dmitry had told her she wasn’t to run. If she ran, his men were ordered to shoot to kill. She wasn’t allowed to leave the grounds. She had to get permission to take Sofia outside. Alix wasn’t stupid. She didn’t want to die.

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