Page 19 of Secret Baby and the Bratva

I’d be a fool not to accept my amazing life.

Thirteen

Yulian

Afewdayshavepassed since we took out the major players in the drug ring, virtually disrupting the entire operation. I should be celebrating. Instead, I’m in the bathroom, hiding away from Margot as I change the dressing on my upper arm where a bullet grazed me. It’s not bad, and a couple of days have given me the ability to use my arm almost fully without flinching.

Keeping my secret from Margot causes me more pain than using my arm, though. My brothers have helped with distractions, occupying her time, taking care of the baby, and doing everything under the pretense of having extra work.

I’ve stayed in the office a lot, and the guys are consciously aware of making sure I don’t need to use my left arm for anything.

After reapplying the tape, I lift my arm and roll my shoulder in a circle. The pain’s tolerable. The bigger problem is the remnant of the gunshot graze that I can’t let her see. The sooner it heals, the better.

But I fucking hate lying to her, it’s the worst, betraying her trust when we’ve worked so hard to get where we are. I’d hesitated, almost didn’t take the job, but with the promise it would be our last, and the gravity of what we could accomplish, I made a choice.

It was a fucking rock in a hard place. One I’ll never revisit. We’re officially moved out of Ubiytsa.

I slip my long-sleeve shirt back on and head out of my bathroom to find everyone else. Margot is closing the front door.

“Was someone here?” And why the hell was she opening the door in her bathrobe?

“It was Sadie. She’s taking Maverik for a few hours.”

“Why?”

She lowers her head and looks at me seductively through her lashes, dragging a finger through her cleavage and into the tie of her bathrobe. Oh, fuck!

I glance around the room. I don’t have an out. I’ll have to be careful with my arm. I can’t take my shirt off. I’ll have to do a ravenous fast and furious against the door, which is not a lie. I’m constantly ready to claim her.

It’s too risky, though. How long before Maxim and Feliks get back? I stall for time to think. “Why don’t you put on a show?”

She releases the tie on her robe and it falls open to reveal her birthday suit. Never in a million years would I have believed that’s a bad thing. That doesn’t leave me much time to stall.

The door from the garage opens in the nick of time.

“Feliks, Maxim, looks like Margot needs some attention in the entry.”

They hurry to us, and the second they lay eyes on her they understand my dilemma. They strip down, requiring no further incentive to entertain her. Their cocks strain instantly at the opportunity.

A pain zings through my arm as if reminding me where I’ve gone wrong. It’s fucking a joke. I was the one who was willing to give everything up. How the hell did I get shot? Was my judgment clouded? Is this why we shouldn’t have women in our lives? Fuck.

Margot pushes both men aside and walks toward me. “What’s going on, Yulian?”

“I’m just in the mood to watch.” I rub a hand over my pants, offering a moment of relief to my cock.

She reaches forward and I grab her hand in a quick move with my right hand, bringing it to my lips.

“Sometimes I like to watch you have orgasms. Is there anything wrong with that?”

“You could at least get naked with us.” She teases her fingers under the hem of my shirt, tucking them into the top of my pants. My stomach’s on fire with her touch.

I didn’t know what a firestorm it would raise inside of me to keep myself from her the last couple of days. I nod at the guys. “Go on, have some fun with them. Show me how you ride their cocks. You could ride one and suck one. You know how I love that, baby?” I can’t use her nickname when I’m being deceitful. I tuck my thumb onto her lower lip and drag it down, then lean in for a kiss. “Remind me how good you look when you’re having an orgasm.”

I’m almost lost in the touch of her lips against mine. I’m lost enough that I lose track of her hand as it rakes up my arm. She squeezes when she feels the bandage, ripping me from bliss.

My flinch is from surprise. “Better hurry up, guys. She can’t wait.”

She steps to the side. “What is that?”

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