Page 21 of Bratva, Baby
“You’re really serious about Ava, aren’tyou?” He asks.
“Da,” I say, keeping my answer short, I am ready to get back to Ava. I am sure she’s furious with me for leaving her handcuffed to my bed.
“Just making sure. I have to watch out for the man I look at as a brother.” He replies to my shortness.
“Well, there’s your answer. I need to get home, though. I left her in such a way that she isn’t going to be happy with me when she sees me.” I say with an amused chuckle. I have never seen her entirely lose her shit, but I hope she does. I am sure she is a beauty to behold in her enraged glory.
As I get in the car, I pull out my phone and open the camera app for the cameras I have installed throughout my apartment. Expecting her to be screaming for someone to release, I am shocked to find her curled up under my blankets, asleep.
As I arrive home, I am met with silence as I open the bedroom door. Looking over at the bed where my little bird is curled up asleep, warmth washes over me. I can’t believe how lucky I am to have finally found the one I want. I just need to ensure she can’t leave me; one of the ways I plan on doing that is planting an heir in her belly as soon as possible.
Imagining her stomach round with my child causes my cock to stand at attention, but I ignore it. Ava has had a long night, and she has a long day ahead of her tomorrow, too.
Undressing down to my boxers, I pull the blankets back and climb into the bed beside Ava, finally relaxing when I feel the heat of her body against mine.
Checking that she genuinely is asleep, I reach over to the nightstand and grab the key to the handcuff that still holds her wrist hostage. Uncuffing her wrist gently, I pull her closer to me and wrap my arm around her from behind. My hard cock presses into her backside, urging me to push it into her.
Willing my cock to behave, I lay my head down on my pillow and close my eyes. I drift off to sleep to the sounds of her deep, even breathing and the feel of her warm body against mine.
Waking up in the morning, something immediately feels off; my eyes pop open, and I notice immediately that Ava isn’t beside me.
If she isn’t in the apartment, someone is going to die.
I quickly get up and head to the bathroom, knowing she isn’t there before I enter because the door has been left wide open, but I know I still must look just in case.
Not finding her in the bathroom or in my closet, I search the rest of the apartment and don’t find her anywhere. Now I am furious because the only way she would be able to leave my apartment is if the guard at the front door were to leave his post.
All I know is, my little bird is gone.
Gathering the men that can get here quickly enough, I tell them to search everywhere I have a record of her going since I have been having her followed. While my men do that, I check the cameras. I never should have uncuffed her, and she wouldn’t have had the chance to leave me. I just wanted to sleep with her pressed against me.
Entering my home office, I approach my computer and pull up the cloud storage where the camera feed is saved. I fast-forward through the recording of us fucking but store the clip away for later use; right now, I am determined to find my little bird.
I finally came to the time she woke up and slowed down the recording. According to the camera feed, she woke up around 5:15 in the morning and slowly moved off the bed. She stands there thinking for a minute before going into my closet, grabbing one of my shirts, and throws it over her head.So she still wants a piece of me even though she left.
After she puts my shirt over her head, she searches for her skirt that she wore the night before and drags it on over her legs. Now that she’s dressed, you can see on the camera as she formulates a plan inside that beautiful head of hers.
She slowly sneaks out of my bedroom as I watch until I have to switch camera views to follow her throughout the penthouse.
As she gets to the door and opens it, none other than Ivan is standing guard. They are speaking too low for my camerasto pick up their conversation before he moves away from the door and lets her through. To say that I am pissed is an understatement, but I don’t want to react until I know the facts. All I know is Ivan is a dead man for helping my ptichka leave me. This is unacceptable.
I call the men I sent to check out her house. As Pyotr answers the phone, I leave no room for niceties as I immediately ask, “Well, anything?”
“I was just about to call you to tell you that I have eyes on her and she’s with Ivan, but you may want to come and see for yourself, sir. I don’t trust the situation.” Pyotr responds professionally. Despite his calmness, the undercurrent of concern that I hear under his words fuels the anxiety I feel stirring in my gut.What the absolute fuck, is Ivan thinking?
Knowing where she is only lessens my fury a little; at least I can retrieve her.
Ava
Ivan is standing by my window with a gun as if he’s waiting for someone. He had agreed to take me home when I saw him at the front door instead of the expected guard. I was so grateful to be home, I invited him inside for a cupof coffee, and now here we are, sitting in the kitchen in total silence because Ivan has yet to say a word.
Trying to break the thick silence, I ask Ivan the one thing that has been on my mind since he helped me. “Why did you help me leave your boss's apartment?” I inquire, not really expecting an answer.
Coming to sit down across from me, he grunts, “You need to be kept safe, and the bratva world is not meant for you.”. His words cause me to pause.Is Ivan just a teddy bear of a man?
Not fully satisfied with his answer, I continue, “Why do you think I don’t belong in the bratva world, Ivan?”
“Because, solnyshko, as dark as you may dress, you are the embodiment of sunshine. I rarely see you without being upbeat; even when you are angry and riled up, you are still upbeat.”
