Page 17 of Secret Baby and the Bratva

“I suppose I could be talked into having a nice, relaxing end to the day. Maverik was extra fussy.”

Feliks slides his hands behind her ass and scoots her forward on the couch. He lifts her skirt, then tucks his head under. I can’t see what he’s doing, but I don’t have to. It’s the same thing I’d be doing if I was the one kneeling in front of her, sinking my lips onto her sweet pussy, lapping at her heavenly juices, giving her as many orgasms as she’ll accept.

I shift one hand to her head and massage while the other works up and down her neck. Her tit is still out, drips of milk falling onto her belly. My dick is rock-hard. If her shoulders hadn’t been so tense, I’d move beside her and help myself to her sweetness.

Yulian’s footsteps approach from behind. “Want me to order takeout?” As he continues closer, he laughs. “Oh, I guess Feliks is already eating.”

Margot’s chuckle is short-lived as her head falls back on the couch and her hips buck. I love watching her hands tangle in my brother’s hair. Yulian takes a seat next to her on the couch and turns her head for a kiss. My cock swells to painful lengths. Watching them please Margot nearly undoes me.

Her body shudders and stiffens as she cries out, her head falling away from Yulian’s. Moans come from the parted lips of her sweet mouth, her eyes closed. Who does she envision when she closes her eyes? Does she switch between which of us she thinks of in her fantasies? I want it to be me all the time.

I also love knowing that if anything ever happened to me, she’d still be cared for.

“Okay, I’m starving, go ahead and order something,” she says sweetly, her head lolled to the side.

Yulian pulls out his phone and orders. “It’ll be here in thirty minutes.”

Passing time during the wait, we take turns satisfying her, talking about our day in evasive terms because we don’t want to worry her, and sharing stories about Maverik.

Feliks offers to meet the driver at the gate to our community and pick up our food, so we get the table ready. When he returns, he pulls the cartons out of the bag. Yulian and I open them and space them around the table to share.

My stomach growls with how delicious the food smells: the fresh baked bread, garlic, bacon, mac and cheese. Yulian ordered quite the mix from the diner.

I pull a chair out for Margot, planting a kiss on the top of her head.

All three of our phones go off. Rarely a good thing. I glance at the text message. It’s from Pakhan:All major players in one spot. Call immediately.

Fuck. “Dinner’s going to have to wait.”

My brothers and I exchange tense glances.

“Why?” Margot asks.

“Grandfather needs us. We’ll be as fast as possible.”

“I’m starving.”

“You go ahead and eat without us. We’ll eat when we get back.” I wink at her, hinting, then say, “And we might not just want takeout.”

“You guys are insatiable.”

“You seem to be fine with that.” I kiss her cheek as I leave, the worst feeling rumbling inside of me. If the conversation we had with law enforcement is accurate and they don’t have enough to make arrests or even bring everyone in right now, there’s only one way to take advantage of all of the major players being in one place. We could rely on other Bratva members to make the hit, but this is a dream come true.

Our guns are in the garage as part of our agreement with Margot that they not be in the house. I’m on the phone with Pakhan while I open the safe and grab my firearms. Feliks does the same without hesitation. Yulian hangs back a few steps.

“Now or never.” I pull the phone away from my mouth to encourage Yulian to hurry as I open the car door.

He rakes a hand through his hair. “We told Margot we’re not doing this anymore.”

I hang up. “He said he needs us for this one. The other Ubiytsa aren’t qualified yet. We do it now or we risk missing the chance.”

Yulian looks at the door to the house and steps back from the safe. “I don’t want to lie to her. I’m willing to give this up if it means keeping her.”

Anger boils in me. “Yulian. We can take down all of the major players in one shot, but we need you.”

“When does it end? We said we were changing.”

“Pakhan said this is it. One last hit, a huge one, and he’ll pass his power to us.”

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