Page 37 of Bratva Bastard

My fingers brushed through her hair, tugging her head back hard, which only made her cry out harder. “Oh, god!” she screamed, so loud that there was no way the others didn’t hear. But I didn’t care. Her pussy felt too good.

“Fuck, Maxim, I’m cumming.”

“Me, too, baby,” I groaned before exploding inside of her.

Her body fell limp on top of me, and she rolled over to the bed. Her naked body glistened with sweat as she lay there beside me.

A knock on the door sounded, and I hopped off the bed, pulling up my pants. Crissy’s face flushed a bright red as she hastily covered her body, the collar still intact.

I opened the door, my bare back leaning against the frame. “Could this not wait, Dimitry?”

“No, it can’t. Misha wants us all on a call in fifteen minutes. Get dressed and come to my office.”

His eyes peeked over my head briefly to see Crissy covered with blankets. “A collar, Maxim? Really?”

“Don’t judge,” I said with a chuckle. “I didn’t say anything when I found the nipple tassles you bought Gemma.”

Dimitry rolled his eyes and turned on his heel, stopping halfway down the hall to shout, “Fifteen minutes!”

I closed the door and Crissy hopped off the bed, putting on her clothes. “I have to be heading out anyway. It’s time for Mama to take her medication.”

I gave her a kiss—and a slap on the ass—as she grabbed her purse.

“You going home wearing that?” I asked, motioning to her.

She looked down at her clothes and remembered the collar, turning around and brushing her hair to the side so I could unclasp it.

After she left, I headed to Dimitry’s office, where Misha and Ivan were already on the screen, waiting for me.

“About time,” Dimitry grumbled.

I shook my head, taking a seat in the chair beside him, my face popping on the screen. “You said fifteen minutes, and it’s only been ten, so shut the fuck up.”

“Both of you shut the fuck up,” Misha snapped from the other side as Ivan waited patiently. “We have more serious matters to attend to.”

“What’s going on, Mish?” Dimitry asked, his face pulled into a serious frown.

“Sophia spotted Sorokin’s men when she took the kids to the park. They followed her there and to the grocery store before she lost them.”

“What the fuck?” I muttered. “Why would they go after her? She had nothing to do with me?”

“Because you’remybrother, and she ismywife, Maxim. Sophia was fucking terrified when she got home, and she hasn’t left the house since unless I am with her. I can’t have this asshole scaring my family, so we need to make a deal with them.Now.”

Ivan, who I’d only seen a handful of times outside of our video chats, spoke up. “If Sorokin is going after Sophia, then he might come after Willow or Timur next. I don’t needmywife and child living in fear, either. Willow’s already freaking out about the guy, and he hasn’t even hit Greece yet.”

“If we don’t find a way to neutralize Sorokin, all of our families are in danger,” Misha said. “I know you don’t give two fucks about having a family, Maxim, but I will kill for mine. My family comes before anyone, and I’ll bedamnedif I let anything happen to them.”

“Oh, haven’t you heard,” Dimitry said with a shit-eating grin. “Maxim’s found himself a girlfriend.”

Misha and Ivan both cocked an eyebrow—identical expressions of surprise. “Well, that’s good to know you’re finally settling down,” Misha said. “But if we don’t take care of Sorokin, he’ll be coming for your girlfriend, next.”

I sighed, waiting for them to get to the point of this meeting, because I knew it wasn’t just to make me aware of the situation. “So, what do you want me to do?”

“You need to come back to Russia so we can settle this shit with Sorokin.”

Well, that was just fucking great.

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