Page 15 of Secret Bratva Baby
It’s now or never, Rose. You can do this.
I slip out of the door, closing it behind me. Turning left, I head deeper into the house to see what I can find, and hopefully not bump into Luka.
Chapter 5 - Luka
I’m restless and agitated, and I haven’t been able to sleep at all. So much happened in such a short space of time.
One moment, I was tending to the warehouse, and the next I was rushing out to help Rose, the girl who stole my heart that I never let go.
The thought of her lying right here, in my house, only a short distance from me—it’s driving me crazy. Images of how we used to be together keep haunting me. The way we would wrestle, and I’d pin her down beneath white sheets. How she’d wrap her legs around me and tilt her head back, her lips parted as I pushed into her.
My cock grows hard, and I become more annoyed and frustrated.
It’s wild how my attraction toward her hasn’t faded one bit. I thought it would have; after all these years, I thought I would have been able to move on. To let go. But despite the years of not seeing her, she still tears at my heart in ways I have no control over.
Her perfect, peach-colored lips. Her beautiful blonde hair streaked with gold—I remember how it used to shine in the sunlight. I’d run my fingers through it and lift it up to my face to breathe in the scent of her.
Strawberries.
I toss over in bed for the hundredth time. I’m getting more and more annoyed, and that means sleep is pushing further and further away from me. I’m exhausted but hyped up on my thoughts.
I press the button on the side of my watch, and it lights the numbers on the screen. Half past three.
Maybe I should go and check on her. Maybe she needs something for the kid, or for herself, but she’s too scared to ask.
I can just look into the room. They’ll probably be asleep, but maybe it’ll settle my anxious tension and I’ll be able to sleep, too.
It’s easy to make up my mind, because really I just want to see her again, and I’ll grab at any excuse to do so.
Even if seeing her means leaning over her bed and watching her sleeping for a moment, it’s like I want to double-check that she’s real. That she’s really here with me.
Throwing the blankets off my legs, I stand up and pad barefoot across the floor, wearing only a pair of dark grey sweatpants. The house is warm and temperature-controlled.
My bedroom door is open, left that way on purpose so that I could hear if she called out for me in the night.
But it’s been silent since their own closed behind them.
I wanted her to need me.
I wanted her to whisper my name, quietly in the dark, her eyes looking up at me.
I huff in annoyance. Stop thinking like that, Luka. It’s not helping anything.
The house is quiet as I walk towards their bedroom door. It feels wrong to creep about in the dark like this, like I am a voyeur, spying on the sleeping beauty I’ve stolen. The keeper of a little bird trapped in a cage.
That’s exactly what I am, though.
Her bedroom door is closed. I pause outside, listening for voices from inside, but I hear nothing.They’re asleep. Leave them alone.
Pushing the door gently open, I step into the dark room. The entire room carries her scent. It leaves me full of a yearning I don’t want to feel. The memories I don’t want in my head become stronger, clearer.
I walk silently to the side of the bed, peering down at what should be two sleeping figures. But there is only one. A tiny one—Lily, sprawled out on her back, lying like a starfish, fast asleep. Oblivious to the world around her and any danger she might be in.
The beautiful little girl looks peaceful and comfortable. Something stirs inside my heart, a familiarity as I stare down at her. I chuckle. It’s obviously because she looks so much like her mom, the same cupid’s-bow lips, the same soft blonde hair. She’s like the little cupid to her mother’s angel. I reach my hand out to brush my fingers over her soft, chubby cheeks, but I stop. What am I doing?
I tug her blanket up, tucking it around her tiny body.
Where is Rose?
