Page 6 of A Nanny For The Bratva Boss
“Uncle Misha!”
She launches herself at me, and I catch her easily, lifting her into my arms.
“Hey, princess.”
“Mommy says I get to stay with you! We’re going to have so much fun!”
I grunt.
She giggles. “That means yes.”
Smart kid.
I set her down and grab her backpack. “Got everything?”
“Yep! Mommy packed my clothes, my toothbrush and my stuffy.” She holds up a ratty stuffed bear that’s seen better days.
“Good. Let’s go.”
She slips her small hand into mine. I never get tired of this feeling. The warmth that spreads through my chest whenever I’m close to this kid. This six-year-old bundle of energy and joy.
We head downstairs. Katya’s on the couch, looking worse than ever.
“Be good for Uncle Misha, baby.”
Sofia kisses her mom’s cheek. “I will! Get better, Mommy!”
David is sprawled next to her at the other end of the couch, looking even worse. Serves him right for knocking up my sweet, innocent baby sister. Asshole. His eyes meet mine over Sofia’s head. And he croaks out, “Thanks, Mikhail.”
I grunt, baring my teeth at him, and he lets out a ragged laugh, holding his chest. I chuckle darkly and wave a hand at them.
Outside, I buckle Sofia into the backseat and get behind the wheel.
“Where are we going, Uncle Misha?”
“Home.”
“Your house?”
“Yeah.”
“Will it just be us?”
I shake my head. Nope. Because I’m about to do something I should’ve done weeks ago. I’m gonna take what’s mine.
I pull up to my place, park in the driveway, and grab Sofia’s hand.
“Come on, princess.”
She takes my hand again, and we walk. But not to my front door. We’re going to the gate next door. To Maya.
Sofia looks up at me, confused. “Uncle Misha? Where are we going?”
“To get you a friend.”
I ring the bell and wait. Maya picks up the intercom. And hearing her soft voice instantly relaxes me. After a brief exchange, the gate clicks open, and there she is. In a sundress that hugs every fucking curve. Her curls pulled up, showing off her soft neck. Her big brown eyes, wide with surprise.
“Mikhail?”
