Page 30 of Bratva Bastard

“That’s not what I meant. We could ensure your safety better from the house. Think about it, alright? I have to run, but I’ll be calling you back in a bit, and my request will be much less pleasant by then.”

He hung up on me. Asshole.

I glanced at the time to see it was just after 7 a.m.Fucker had to call early as shit, too?Crissy would probably have to go to work soon, so maybe Ishouldwake her. And I knew just the way…

I climbed back into bed, pressing my naked body against Crissy. “Mm,” she moaned, scooting closer to me, pushing her ass against my hips.

My hand slid between her legs, rubbing her pussy that was already wet for me. Wet from last night or this morning, I wasn’t sure. But it made my cock throb against her ass. I lifted her leg and entered her pussy from behind, holding her leg up as we had a quickie in the morning. It didn’t take long for either of us to come, and when we did, we got out of bed and headed for the shower, where we started up again.

Since last night, we had sex five times now. But I wasn’t complaining. I could fuck her every minute of the day and be a perfectly happy man.

When we got out, I asked if she’d be late for work. She said she didn’t have yoga that day, but she did need to head home to take care of her mother.

“I’m going back to live with Dimitry and Gemma. But I’d like it if you could stop by and meet them. Maybe have dinner with us, if you’re not busy?”

“Well, I do have an earlier shift at the bar, so I can stop by when I get off at seven.”

I felt like a teenager bringing a girl he liked home to meet his parents. Though I’d never had that experience, I’d seen it on TV enough times to relate to it.

I grabbed my bags and headed out the door to check out of my room. But as I was shoving my bags into the car, Dimitry called me.

“Yeah, yeah, I’m coming home, so shut the fuck up,” I said as my greeting, with a clever smirk on my face.

“Youshut the fuck up,” he answered with a shitty comeback, which made me feel like we really were brothers.

I mean, I’d known we were, but the back and forth felt like something that brothers did, something I was robbed of growing up, thanks to my mother and her lies. Whenever I did find her, she’d be getting an earful from me.

“I’m coming home now.”

When I arrived, I unpacked and made lunch for them. Due to my lack of skills in the culinary department, it was only grilled cheese sandwiches (made with some weird vegan cheese) and tomato soup, but Gemma was pleased—though she demanded I run out to get her Tums because that soup would set her heart on fire. As she’d said many times, heartburn was a bitch for pregnant women.

As promised, I ran out to get some Tums for the lady, despite Dimitry’s many efforts to make me stay “low-key.” And while I was taking Dimitry’s car out, I stopped by the bar to visit Crissy. Something I would end up doing nearly every day for the next few weeks, though it was unknown to me at the time.

I hung around for the last 45 minutes of her shift, until she was ready to leave. Then, she followed me back to Dimitry’s house so we could spend the evening together.

But when I pulled up in the driveway, and Dimitry saw a car following me in, his eyes lit up with fury. I stepped out of the car, Dimitry stomping toward me.

“What the fuck are you doing? You’re supposed to keep a low profile, and you’re out in town for hours, bringing some girl back with you! What the fuck, Maxim!”

“Chill out, Dimitry. This isn’tsome girl.Her name is Crissy.”

I looked back to see Crissy standing by her car, her arms crossed in uneasiness, as if she wasn’t sure she should come forward.

“Crissy, you remember Dimitry,” I called out, gesturing her over.

She stepped forward with hesitance, extending a hand to Dimitry. “I remember. It’s nice seeing you again.”

He stared at her hand, and then at me, a confused look on his face. “Well, let’s go inside and discuss this further.”

When we stepped through the door, and Gemma saw Crissy, she frowned, not at all impressed that I’d brought a girl home with me. Given my reputation, I could understand the concern, but this wasn’t just some hook-up, and I’d let them know that soon enough.

“You look familiar,” she said, greeting Crissy. “Did you ever work for the animal shelter?”

Crissy nodded. “I did once, for a week. But they couldn’t give me the hours I needed off for my mother, so I had to quit.”

“I remember you,” Gemma said, her frown morphing into a smile. “Come sit. We’re getting ready to eat dinner. I hope you can handle vegan food.” She sent a scolding glance my way. “Some people have trouble with the cheese.”

I shrugged, unphased by her judgmental frown. “It smells like stale milk. Excuse me for thinking that’s gross.”

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