Seducing the Badman (Russian Bratva #2) (36 page)

“And I you, sister,” he says. I know it is the best I will get out of the man. I lift the corner of my lips in a slight smile before I hang up the call.

A few minutes later, Maks is tired of swimming and is begging for a snack. I wrap a towel around his little body and take his hand in mine as we go inside of my home. We don’t have much food in the refrigerator, but I know there are some crackers in the pantry for the hungry little man. I direct him to sit at the table while I make him a plate with peanut butter spread crackers to fill his little tummy.

“Find him. Keep him. I’ll be there as soon as I finish at my new home,” I hear Radimir raddle off from the living room.

He sounds so angry that it makes my shake a bit. I’m not scared of him in the slightest, but I’m scared at what will happen to whomever he is angry with.

More than once, he’s come home the past few weeks with blood on his clothes. When I ask about it, he tells me to ignore it. How do you ignore blood soaked suits? He’s been burning them at an alarming rate.

“What are you doing in here,
kotik
?” he asks as he walks into the room with a look of surprise on his face.

“Haleigh had Maxim take her to the store for something and Maks was hungry for a snack,” I admit truthfully. He furrows his brow.

“You look pale,” he murmurs as he walks up to me and wraps his hand around my belly.

“I’m not feeling one hundred percent. I’ll be all right, though,” I say, giving him a small smile.

“I have to leave, check into the office. Then I have some other business to attend to. Anton will be here with you, and the moving men have left. You will be okay?” he asks, but in a way he isn’t asking at all. He’s stating that I will be okay, and indeed I will.

“Yes, of course,
moy korol
.” I look down at his tattooed hand, resting against the pale skin of my stomach, and I smile to myself. I am going to be
just
fine
. I am going to be more than fine. I am going to be
perfect
.

“You wait naked for me in bed tonight, yeah?” he mutters against my ear, his breath hot on my cheek. My whole body breaks out into goosebumps.

“Yes,” I hiss, feeling like being naked in this exact moment. In bed would be even better.

“Good,
kotik
,” he whispers before he places a kiss on my shoulder and walks away. He steps up to Maks and ruffles his blonde hair.

“You be a good boy for your ma and auntie Emiliya, yeah?”

“Yes, Uncle Rad,” Maks says, his eyes focused on Radimir.

“Soon, you come with your papa and me to do business. You learn all about being a good man,” he murmurs.

I hold my breath at the exchange. Maks is only a small child. He should not know of their business, maybe not ever—but at least not until he is beyond puberty.

“Really?” he asks as his little eyes light up with amazement and wonder.

“Yeah. You be a good boy, now,” he says before walking out of the house.

I watch his perfect, suited ass and sigh at the sight.

I cannot imagine Maksimilyan going to work with Maxim and Radimir. How can they think this appropriate? They come home with bloodied suits that need to be burned. Maksimilyan is but a small child, still a baby.

I am staring at the sweet boy, trying not to imagine the horrors he could see with his father and Radimir, when I am interrupted.

“Okay. Pee time,” Haleigh sings as she walks into the kitchen. I am pulled out of my daze and give her a shaky smile as I take the bag from her hand.

“What did you tell Maxim?” I ask, wondering if he will say anything to Radimir before I have the chance.

“I made him wait in the car with the baby. He has no clue what I bought.” She grins and I join her with a smile.

“Go,” she shoos. I go into the bathroom.

I take the test.

I wait.

I think.

Will Radimir want to begin to train our child for the
Bratva
at a young age, too?

Will he turn my innocent baby into a monster?

I wonder these things as I wait until it is time to check the test. These are all questions I shouldn’t be concerned with until it is time, but I can’t help but wonder what exactly my children’s futures will be.

Ivan kept me in the dark as much as he could about the life he led. My naivety was what kept me sane. Had I known what my father truly was as a young girl, I don’t think that I would be as normal as I am. I would have a messed up view of the world. As it is, he forced me into a box, forced me to be the perfect
printsessa
for whatever man of his choosing.

My cell phone’s timer goes off, and I look down at the white stick.

Positive
.

I can’t breathe.

Positive
.

An hour ago, I wanted this result. Now that I know what the future holds for my baby, I’m not sure this is what I want anymore. How can I bring a child into this world of ours? This world that we live in is cruel and unyielding. How can I consciously bring more life into it,
innocent
life?

I sink down to my knees as my stomach empties at the thought of my innocent child donning a black suit and coming home with blood splatters all over it, burning it next to his father--a bonding ritual of sorts. I shake my head. I cannot let this happen. I also cannot stop it.

M
Y LAST MESSAGE FROM
Kirill was code, yet still cryptic.

Translated:
Police following – child – woman – no contact.

What did it mean? I wasn’t sure.

The police were following him; there were involvements with a child and a woman; and I was not to contact him for three weeks. I understood the concept, but I didn’t understand what exactly he was telling me.

“I am so sick of these Mexican fucks trying to come in on our territory,” I grind out after thrusting my phone into my pocket.

“Tell me about it, brother,” Maxim murmurs as he leans against the wall, watching me pace in front of another captured, tied up, useless Cartel piece of shit.

“This isn’t even our job,” I grunt.

“No fuckin’ shit. But we all have to come together during times like these,” Maxim mutters. I nod in agreement.

I take my knife and cut one of the man’s fingers off at the base. He screams like the cunt he is, and I calmly wait for him to finish.

“What are you doing in my territory?” I ask.

“Fuck you,” he spits out.

I sigh before chopping another finger off. Doesn’t he realize I could go on like this all night? Taking pieces of his body away? It is of no consequence to me that he is losing them.

“I’ll ask again. What are you doing in my territory?” I ask after removing all five fingers from one hand. The man is sweating and shaking.

“You’re weak, Russian fucks,” he sneers.

It makes the hair on the back of my neck stand up. This was a worry from our meeting. We will not lose our territories to the mother fuckers.

“
Weak
? Maxim, you hear this cunt? I am
weak
now?” I ask. Maxim nods once, his eyes narrowed on the man.

I take my knife and carve this man’s skin from his chest. He screams bloody fucking murder, and he actually pisses himself.

Weak as fuck.

“Care to enlighten me on anything else?” I ask as he pants and whimpers.

“You will be sorry. The Cartel will kill all of you Russian bastards. Your shipments are down on guns and powder. You’re weakening,” he growls.

I take my knife and slit his throat. I call a few guys to clean the piece of shit up and turn to Maxim as I wipe the blood from my knife.

“Funny how I’m not feeling very weak at the moment, friend,” I say with a shrug. He chuckles.

“We knew this was coming. We need to attack them before they attack us, and they’re prepping,” Maxim advises. I nod.

“Tomorrow we meet. Get the men. I want everyone in the west districts to meet. If they can’t fly down here, then I want them on skype,” I command. Maxim nods. Fucking technology makes this shit so much easier.

It is past two in the morning when I am finally able to come home. I worked here at the house on my real estate business before I had to make an appearance in the office, then I worked
Bratva
business the rest of the night.

I am beyond exhausted, and tomorrow I have a big meeting. Then, the next day is money collections. Thursday nights, every
fucking
week, end up being a long night of drinking and partying with my men. I try to keep morale up. Acting in Kirill’s stead is draining me, though. I’m fucking beat.

I quietly slip into the bathroom and discard my clothing. No blood on my suit tonight. I’m getting better about staying clean. It has been so long since I have actually done the dirty work myself, I have forgotten all of the little tricks to keeping my clothes blood free. I’ve lost a small fortune in suits lately. Frankly, I’m tired of it.

Once my body is clean, I walk over to my bed. Emiliya is lying with her black hair fanned out behind her, curled to her side. I can see the sheet has slipped down her back, showing me that she followed directions, like my good
Blyad,
and is completely naked. I slide beneath the sheet and wrap my arm around her, my hand stroking the warm, soft, skin of her bare stomach before it slips down to cup her center.

“Radimir,” she moans as her eyelashes flutter open.

“Spread your legs,” I order. She does so
beautifully
, submitting to me. I run my fingers through her damp pussy as my lips touch the side of her neck.

“Please,” she begs.

The softness in her sleepy voice has me hard as a rock. I slide one of my arms behind her knee and open her even more before I glide my cock inside of her wet core.

“Perfect,” I groan once I am seated completely inside of her. My other hand rests against her belly, and before I can move it to her clit, she holds it there with her own hand.

“I love you, Radimir,” she murmurs. I fuck her slowly, softly, lazily – the way I think she needs it right now.

“I love you,” I whisper into her ear, grinning when she shivers.

“I’m pregnant,” she whimpers.

I should stop, I should roll her over and slide inside of her as I stare into her eyes, but something snaps inside of me instead.

I don’t say a word as I roll her body onto her stomach and I take her from behind. She’s pinned to the mattress, the length of her body being pushed into the soft bedding as I fuck her pussy. It isn’t making love, I’m fucking her.

I’m thrusting into her pussy at a punishing speed and force. It is as if an animal has taken over,
instinct only
. My brain and control are lost. I wrap my hand in her hair and snap her neck back as I dig my other fingers into her shoulder, fucking her body without abandon.

“Say it again,” I command. Her head is twisted around and her wide eyes watch me.

“I’m pregnant, Radimir,” she moans.

“
Fuck
,
yes
,” I growl. I feel her pussy flutter and then clamp down on my cock.

Squeezing me.

Owning me.

Seducing me.

Fuck, yes.

He has said nothing else since he fucked me like a rogue animal and came deep inside of me. It has been twenty minutes and he is still inside of me, his body pressing heavily against mine, and his mouth kissing my shoulder.