Page 25 of My Bratva Dom

My pulse kicks up. But I push through my rising desire. My sister needs me.

I clear my throat and grin up at him.

“Hey, big guy,” I call out, trying my best to sound cool.

He nods slowly, without a word, his ice-blue eyes pinning me in place.

“Mind doing me a favor?” I hold out the folded note with my sweetest smile.

He stares at the paper like it might explode, then cautiously pulls it from my fingers and unfolds it.

The change is instant. His massive body goes rigid, jaw clenched so tight I see a muscle jump in his cheek.

His deadly eyes snap back to mine.

“Please,” I plead with my entire face.

He doesn’t say a word, just spins around and storms out.

Twenty minutes later, Aslan’s back. All tall, dark, and excruciatingly handsome. He shoves a plastic bag in my hands. When I peek inside, there are three pregnancy tests. Bingo.

And that, my friends, is how I find myself alone in the Maksimov mansion with Aslan, while Viktor takes my sister on a babymoon…

Eighteen

Aslan

The second Viktor and Marie leave, I turn to Tina.

“Pack a bag.” My voice is low and firm.

She blinks, still half-distracted from having just said goodbye to her sister. “What?”

“You heard me.” I step closer, crowding her. “You’re coming with me.”

Her mouth opens, but nothing comes out. I can see her mind spinning, trying to decide if I’m serious.

“I thought you didn’t even like me,” she mutters, more to herself than me.

I chuckle darkly. “Liking you was never the problem, baby.”

Her breath stutters. “What’s… what’s the problem, then?”

I take another step, backing her against the stair railing. My hands planted on either side of her.

“The problem,” I say slowly, “is that I’ve been holding back. Fighting this insane thing between us.”

I drag my gaze down her body. “I’m done.”

Her full lips part, breath shaky. “You’re… done?”

“You and me,” I rasp out. “We’re happening. Tonight. But first we’re gonna talk.”

Her big brown eyes go wide. “Talk?”

“Pack your bag, sweetheart.”

Nineteen

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