Page 51 of My Bratva Stalker

His hand drags over my stomach, slow and possessive.

I can’t see his face, but I can feel the tension rolling off him in waves.

He’s thinking. I don’t like it.

Before he can say something that will have me locked in our bedroom under twenty-four-hour guard, a knock echoes at the door.

My sister’s voice follows before I can protest.

“I’m coming in!”

The door swings open, and there she is—Tina, sassy as hell, looking me over before dragging her gaze over Viktor. Who said it was a good idea for Vik to welcome my family into our home?

She smirks.

“What do you want?” I narrow my eyes.

She leans against the doorframe, crossing her arms.

“Nothing. Just checking on my baby sister.”

Viktor lifts his head from my neck, his blue eyes sharp.

“Tina, your sister’s not feeling well. Maybe you could give us aminute?” His voice is low, impatient.

Tina grins wider. “Oh, she’s still feeling queasy?” She looks over her shoulder. “Yo, ruskov!”

Aslan, Viktor’s second-in-command appears. My sister takes pleasure in annoying him. She’s only been here for a week, “visiting”, and driving us all nuts. She’s lucky I love her and that Vik has a soft spot for our entire family.

Aslan appears. Cold. Stoic. As always.

He stands a few feet behind Tina, as still as ever.

Except—

His jaw is tight. His hands flex at his sides.

Then his gaze flicks to Tina, almost unreadable—except for the slight twitch in his temple. Hmmm.

She grins harder then turns, wiggling her fingers at him.

“Can you go grab this for me?”

She hands him a folded piece of paper.

He takes it without hesitation, glances at it—

And his body goes rigid.

His nostrils flare. His Adam’s apple bobs.

Then he levels her with a sharp look.

Tina’s grin only grows wider.

Viktor frowns. I frown.

What the hell did she just give him?

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