Page 28 of Impregnated By the Bratva

“But how has that changed the work Makari and his brothers do for the Chernykhs. Sorry, I’m not sure why things have changed. Are the Chernykhs just bad people?”

After taking a sip of her drink, Tasha continued. “No, after Vadik and I got married, most of the duties fell to Makari and Pavel, as the Chernykhs don’t trust him as much. That is what is placing them in such precarious positions. Life got a little harder for them.”

“Yes,” Vadik interrupted, looking at his brothers. “It is a situation I had hoped to prevent. But here we are now. The Chernykhs don’t trust the Dubows because of their alliance with the Morozovs. So, at times, things might be tight.”

Nodding, I found I understood the situation better. I also now know the position Makari and Pavel were caught up in.

After a round of exciting cocktails, Vadik and Tasha got up. “Thank you for a lovely day and evening, and an exceptional dinner,” Vadik said.

“Yes, but we have to leave. It’s getting late. I have an early meeting,” Tasha added.

“Yes, me too,” Nadia said as she rose.

We joined them as they walked to the door. Makari, Pavel, and I followed the family. We greeted them at the door and stood watching as they all left.

As we closed the door, Pavel spoke, walking to the staircase. “Well, I’m turning in. I’m beat. See you in the morning. Remember, we need to sit and discuss the party observations.”

“Yes,” Makari replied. “That’s a good idea. We’ll go to the café on the corner. Sleep tight, Pavel.”

We watched as Pavel went upstairs. Makari turned to face me as he spoke. “Well then, do you want another drink, or are we turning in for the night?”

Smiling, I just nodded. “Okay, does that mean we’re heading to bed, or do you want another one?” he questioned insistingly. He still couldn’t read me, which I found a bit funny but comforting.

“I think we could surely use another one, don’t you agree?” I asked as I took Makari’s hand, leading him back to the lounge.

“Sure thing,” he replied eagerly.

I sat down on the double couch, watching Makari pour another cocktail. He came over with our glasses and flopped down next to me.

“Well, what did you think of the family, then?” He asked.

“They were lovely. It was a nice day. Thank you,” I replied.

“Let’s go upstairs,” Makari said, taking our cocktails. I followed him upstairs. Makari turned and handed mine to me as we entered. “So, what’s your family like?” he asked. “Sorry,” he added, smiling. “You’ve never mentioned them. If you would rather not, I will understand.”

Walking to my side of the bed, I sat down, careful not to spill. “No, I don’t mind,” I said. “There’s just not much to tell. Both my parents died. My father died ten years ago, and my mother joined him about three years ago. I have no siblings, and we weren’t close to any other family.”

“I’m so sorry,” Makari responded as he sat down on his side. “It must have been lonely.”

“I grew up mostly alone and with nannies,” I replied, smiling. “My father traveled a lot and was rarely home. My mother was a nurse and worked very long hours. Sometimes I wouldn’t see her for two or three days. I got used to keeping myself company.”

Shifting closer, Makari took my glass and placed it down with his before pulling me into a tight hug. “You will never be alone again,” he whispered. He lay back, pulling me into his arms. He stroked my hair until I fell asleep.

Chapter 15 - Makari

Opening my eyes, I turned to my side. There she was, my angel, sleeping so peacefully. I started reaching out, wanting to trace her delicate features, but stopped. I didn’t want to wake her up yet.

Carefully, I got out of bed. Pulling on my tracksuit pants, I headed down to the kitchen. I searched through the cupboards and the fridge. I wanted to make her a special breakfast. She deserved it and so much more.

I was intent on serving her breakfast in bed. I knew the longer I took, the bigger her chance to wake up. I felt sure she would love to be woken with breakfast in bed. Sighing, I collected the ingredients for waffles. It was the only thing I knew I could make.

Once they were done, I added whipped cream and some fresh berries. I no longer wanted to go meet Pavel for our meeting, but knew it had to be done. Standing back, I admired my handiwork.

After placing the plate on a tray, I poured some coffee. Looking at it, I tried to figure out what was missing. Ah, yes. I quickly ran outside and picked flowers from the garden. They looked nice in the small vase. I added a glass of fresh juice and three small chocolates to complete the look.

“There you go,” I spoke out loud as I picked up the tray. Moving slowly, I went back to the room. Before I got to the door, I felt my stomach turning. No, I thought to myself as my hands started sweating. It was just nerves, I told myself as I reached the door. There was so much going on that it could be anything.

Pushing my foot forward, I slowly opened the door. She was still sleeping. Walking to her side of the bed, I placed the tray down on the nightstand.

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