Page 49 of The Bratva Bosses' Nanny

Emma blushes, but there is a fire in her eyes as well. “Stop talking and kiss me again,” she demands, reaching up to pull me closer.

I oblige, my hands moving to cup her face as our lips meet once again.

Our kiss is passionate, urgent, a collision of two people who have been withholding their desires for too long. Emma’s hands roam over my body, tracing the contours of my muscles as I deepen the kiss, pulling her closer to me.

I break away from her lips.

Aleksandr and Dmitri burst into the living room, bringing with them the chill of the outside world and a tension that immediately snaps the thread of intimacy between Emma and me. Aleksandr crosses his arms over his chest. “So, you guys were talking, huh?”

I straighten up, breaking away from Emma, and meet his stare. “Yes, we were,” I reply. Dmitri’s quiet, but his silence is loud. It screams questions he won’t ask.

I can’t let this shake me. Not in front of Emma. I place my hand on her shoulder, a silent stand. I’m here, you’re safe.

The tension in the room shifts as Aleksandr turns his attention to Emma. His usual hardness softens just a fraction, enough to ask for her help without saying it outright. “Emma, will you do this for us?”

Her nod is small but decisive, a silent vow of her commitment.

Dmitri’s voice cuts through the stillness, “Where is Alina?”

Emma glances around, her brow creasing with concern. “She was right here a minute ago, watching TV.”

Aleksandr waves a hand dismissively, “She’s probably around here somewhere.”

But something tightens in my chest, a thread of alarm that I can’t shake off. Alina’s never wandered off before. I scan the room, trying to mask my sudden spike of fear.

Dmitri turns to the security men hovering behind them. “What are you waiting for? Go find her!” he barks.

Emma’s hands are clenched, her knuckles white. She’s trying to keep it together, but the fear’s written all over her.

Aleksandr moves fast, all concern as he reaches Emma. “Emma? You okay?” There’s something in his voice, a softness that’s rare.

She just nods, a small jerk of her head. “Y-yes,” she stutters, but her voice betrays her.

Aleksandr’s hand is gentle on her face. He’s fingers cupping her chin, his thumb brushing her cheek. I should feel a stab of jealousy, but instead, there’s an odd acceptance. Because right now, it’s not about any of us—it’s about Alina. It’s about Emma.

Dmitri’s frustration is palpable, his anger a living thing in the room. “I told you not to make her a part of this!”

Aleksandr fires back, just as intense. “You’re talking like we have a choice! Or she had a choice.”

Their words clash in the air, a storm brewing, ready to burst. I step between them. “Stop it you two.”

Emma’s voice cuts through the tension, her resolve clear despite the tremors I can see shaking her small frame. “It’s, it’s okay. I’ll do it. For all of you.”

Dmitri hesitates, his concern for her evident. “Emma, are you sure about—”

She nods, cutting off his doubt. “Yes. Yes, I am. If this is true, if my sister is somehow a part of this, she’s not the sister I know. And Nikolai has already promised he wouldn’t hurt her.”

This wasn’t the plan. His eyes say it all— ‘Why did you promise her that?’ They’re as sharp as knives, reminding me of the brutal necessity that sometimes trails our decisions. He would’ve already gotten rid of her if she wasn’t Emma’s sister.

Yet, Emma’s faith hangs in the balance, her belief in our word a fragile thing.

Aleksandr’s practicality snaps us back to the present. “She needs a doctor. She’s trembling.”

“Did you eat today, Emma?” I ask, trying to assess her condition myself.

Her hesitation speaks volumes. “I...”

“You didn’t eat?” Aleksandr’s frustration is evident, but it’s laced with concern.

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