Page 32 of Cruel Bratva King

I jolted awake to the brutal sound of fists clashing with the mahogany, and the first I saw was her beautiful face.

Her pale skin shimmered under the ray of sunlight pouring into the room from the open drapes. The sun rays illuminated her hair, each strand holding it own beauty. She had peachy lips that were swollen from all the kissing last night.

Even in her sleep, no other woman could hold a candle to Lilianna’s beauty. She was easily the most beautiful woman I’d ever seen. Soft, kindhearted, with a smart mouth, and delicious as fuck.

We’d fucked all of last night, and it still wasn’t enough. The only reason I’d stopped was out of fear that I would hurt the baby if we went one more round. She had a fire to her that I couldn’t wrap my head around.

I’d fucked my fair share of women. I’d liked some more than the others, and I’d just been plain disgusted by some. Yet I’d never been taken by any of them as much as I was with her. I wondered if my little wife knew how much she had me around her fingers right now. I would kill and be killed at her command, that was how much power she had over me, and she didn’t know it yet.

“Brother.” I was once again interrupted by Nikolai’s knock on the door.

I was irked by his disturbance. I could spend all day watching Lilianna sleep, and I didn’t like being disturbed when I was with her. “What is the problem?”

“Giulia is here to see you,” he answered from the hallway. “She said it’s urgent.”

I huffed, exasperated that a bitch like Giulia was the reason I couldn’t spend all morning watching my wife sleep. “I’ll be down in ten minutes.” I heard Nikolai’s footsteps as he left the door.

I went into the bathroom for a quick shower and started to get dressed as soon as I came out. I stole glances at my wife; she looked so serene while sleeping. I pressed a kiss on her forehead and rubbed her stomach. It was too early to feel movement, but I wanted my baby to feel my presence as well. I watched her for another minute before reluctantly getting up from the bed and leaving the room.

Giulia was sitting on a couch in my living room with her legs propped on one of the coffee tables as if she owned this place. Many men considered Giulia beautiful. She had long dark hair, a face many of them considered pretty. And she had quite a set of boobs and an ass she’d bought from a doctor in California.

To me, she was nothing but an eyesore though. I hated seeing her as much as I despised being in the same space as the other Italians. It didn’t help that she was an entitled brat who thought the world revolved around her.

“Hey, fiancée,” she said with an annoying smile as she noticed me enter the living room. “How was your night?”

I ignored her question and sat three cushions away from her. “What is this visit about?”

“Can’t I decide to see my fiancée when I want to?”

I struggled not to clench my fists. “I’m a married man, Giulia. I don’t have time for this bullshit. While you’re at it, take your legs down from my table.”

Her smile vanished, and she furrowed her brows. “Seriously, Sergey?” She took her legs down from the coffee table. “I’ll go straight to the point then. You can’t get married to that whore in there. I get she’s your new toy, but you can’t make enemies with my father because of her.”

I was close to seeing red right now. I wasn’t sure how much longer I could control the anger rising in my chest. “Call my wife a whore one more time, and it will be the last word you say.”

Giulia rolled her eyes. “Whatever. All I’m saying is that we have to get married, Sergey. My father won’t let this go easily.”

Did she really think I gave a shit about what her father thought or what he would do? I almost laughed at the idea of cowering in fear of Giovanni’s wrath. “If you care that much, you should tell your father not to go near my wife.”

Giovanni’s worst mistake would be underestimating a man who had everything to lose. I was going to protect Lilianna and the child she was carrying with the last drop of blood in my veins. A bastard like Giovanni wouldn’t be able to hurt them. That, I promised myself.

Giulia’s lips pinched upward. “Do you care about her so much that you’re willing to risk it all?” She wasn’t asking out of concern. Her tone edged with the craziness that she was about to unleash.

“I’ll risk my everything for her. Tell your father that,” I said. “He won’t live to see the break of dawn if he comes close to her.”

“Is that a threat?”

“It’s a warning.” Or a threat, whichever one she chose to call it. “I won’t stand by if he tries anything stupid.”

She stood from the couch, smiling at me like a porcelain doll. It was as if she couldn’t muster an expression other than her fake smile. “Fine. I’ll make sure your warning gets to him.” She started to leave but stopped by the door, turned around to me, and said, “Too bad you didn’t choose me, Sergey. I could’ve been a good wife.”

“Fucking half the cocks in Chicago isn’t exactly good wife material.” I matched the fake smile on her face with a smirk. “Get out of my house, Giulia, and never show up around here again.”

She turned around and left.

When Marina came into the living room a few minutes later, I was still sitting in the same spot I was when Giulia left, thinking of how to deal with the Italians. Giovanni wasn’t going to sit around and do nothing. The son of a bitch didn’t give it away, but he felt insulted by my decision, and he was going to pay me a visit soon.

I needed to make the first move and get rid of him before he made any attempt to get to Lilianna.

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