Page 2 of Bought & Bred By the Bratva

Her eyes widen for a second before she shakes her head. “Uh, no. Ioann… told me to wait here, Sir.”

My dick twitches again at the sound of her voice. Her words.Sir… Fuck me.

I nod. Can’t fucking stop staring. Not what I expected—this one’s… real. Not the usual plastic, empty faces I’m used to seeing around my son. She’s also the most mouthwatering little thing I’ve ever seen in my goddamn life.

“Call me Aleksander,” I tell her.

“I’m Sierra,” she replies in that damn voice. Before adding, “nice place.”

I chuckle, inclining my head as a thank-you. Fuck, she looks good standing in my house, even all nervous and out of place. “He treating you right?” I ask in a voice that’s a barely repressed growl.

Sierra hesitates, and it’s all I need to know. Then she answers with a shrug. “Sure.”

“Sure?” I repeat, smirking darkly. “Sweetheart, either he is or he isn’t.”

She looks away but doesn’t add anything. Good, loyalty.

And of course, that’s the moment my idiot son chooses to reappear. I force myself to tear my eyes away from Sierra. “Got what you needed?”

“Yeah, dad. All set.” Ioann glances between Sierra and me, and for a second, I wonder if he can tell there’s something there. Butthe kid is fucking clueless, as always. “We’re heading out, pops.”

We. I grit my teeth, nodding. Hands still balled at my sides before I do something reckless, like knock my only son out so I can get my hands on his fucking gorgeous girlfriend.

Sierra gives me one last glance before she follows him to the door. I watch her go, my eyes tracing every inch of her. The view from the back, just as enticing as the front. Her ass is thick, round and was fucking made for my hands, cock and tongue. Fuck, might have to put a bullet in my own kid’s head.

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SIERRA

Ioann doesn’t shut up the whole ride back. Talking about the poker game he’s got later, complaining about his dad and how he never trusts him with business deals. I nod, not really listening. My mind is stuck on the way Aleksander Maksimov looked at me. Like he wasn’t staring at his son’s girlfriend, but eye-fucking a woman he wants in his bed. That dark, hungry gaze. The way his large hands balled, making the muscles of his forearms ripple, how his strong white teeth bit into that full bottom lip… Lord.

As we pull up to my place, Ioann leans over, a smirk on his face. “You wanna come over later? Stay the night?”

I raise an eyebrow. Even if I wasn’t soaking wet for his daddy right now, there’s no way I’m letting this idiot be my first. “You know that’s not gonna happen.”

He rolls his eyes, leaning back in his seat. “Man, you’re such aprude. No wonder this isn’t working out.”

That catches my attention. “Excuse me?”

He shrugs. “I don’t know, babe. Maybe you’re just not what I need.”

I let out a cold laugh. “Fine by me.”

He scoffs, throwing the car into drive. “Whatever. Call me when you grow up.”

I slam the door as he speeds off, watching the taillights disappear. Anger simmers under my skin. But it’s not about stupid Ioann Maksimov. It’s about everything in my life. My asshole parents, my poor siblings growing up with just an eighteen-year-old to take care of them. Work, school. The constant hunger, running, tiredness…

And the way I felt back in that mansion. Hot and bothered for a man I know I can never have.

Chapter 2

SIERRA

I wake up to my phone’s alarm; the sound cutting through the silence. My body feels heavy, like I haven’t slept at all. I rub my eyes, forcing myself up. It’s the same routine every day—get up, keep going, no matter how tired I feel.

I glance over to the other side of the room where my little brother and sister, Jamal and Nia, are still curled up on the mattress we share. We all squeeze together in this one-bedroom apartment, and that mattress is the only bed we have. Jamal’s arm is slung protectively over Nia, like he’s already trying to be the man of the house, even though he’s only ten. Nia’s little body is tucked up close to his, her small face peaceful, with her braids spilling across the pillow.

They look so small, so innocent, it makes my heart ache. They don’t deserve this.

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