Page 5 of Bratva Bastard

He grinned, nodding his head in agreement. “Hell yeah, she is.”

We were pumped up, ready to walk down that aisle to the best damn wedding around. A knock sounded at the door and in walked a short plump woman with a tight bun.

The coordinator.What a bitch. I’d have been thrilled if they could hireanyother wedding planner, because this woman was a psychopath, and took her job way too seriously. And she always singled me out. But because it was for their wedding, I had to keep my mouth shut for only a few more hours. Then, it was game on.

I dare you to say something after the wedding.

“Hurry up!” she snapped, her eyes scanning the room, landing on us. She looked at Zoran and her eyes softened. “Oh, my. You look so handsome. Gabriela will fall in love with you all over again.

Her eyes darted to me, looking me up and down, and her expression soured. “Oh, Maxim,” she said in a dry tone. “Fix your hair and straighten your tie. Remember, you’re representing this lovely couple. We don’t need some scruffy playboy ruining the big day.”

I looked at my reflection, missing the flaws she spoke of. “What’s wrong with my tie?”

“For the love of…” she muttered, stomping over to me to adjust my tie. In the most dramatic effect, her eyes rolled into the back of her head. “There. Now you look halfway decent. Good enough, we need to get the ball rolling. It’s time.”

She left the room, popping her head back in. “You coming?”

Never before had I experienced such a strong want to punch a lady. Despite my deep-rooted belief that a man should never lay hands on a woman in such a manner, I wanted to throat-punch that bitch.

I shrugged and we followed her out, as she ushered us to the room that held the bridesmaids, for a quick pre-ceremony pep talk.

“Maxim, this is Gabriela’s sister, Fernanda, and her best friend Crissy. They weren’t at the rehearsal dinner because they were still flying into Russia. So, we’ll have to go over the rehearsalagain.But quickly.”

She instructed us for the fifteenth time that morning how we would walk down the aisle. “Are you sure I don’t come in after the bride?” I asked, but she was clearly not amused by my joke. I did earn a giggle from Fernanda.

Damn.Too bad it wasn’t from that Crissy girl. Her long, black hair hung in a sexy cascade over her naked shoulders. And her dress hugged her frame to perfection, emphasizing her tits in a teasing way—revealing just enough to reel me in, but not satiate my wandering eyes. Damn, what an ass.

She scowled as my eyes finally met hers, clearly uncomfortable with my attention to her body. I raised an eyebrow when she turned, her cheeks growing rosier.

“Alright, crew. Are we ready? Bridesmaids, hang back until you hear ‘Here comes the bride’ playing. Understood? Okay, let’s go, troops.”

Was this woman a drill sergeant before she became a wedding planner? I thought joining the army would be hell, but I’d hate to be her assistant.

The music started and I gave Zoran one last pat of reassurance. “I hope your socks are warm,” I muttered, making a joke about cold feet to loosen him up. He chuckled, standing tall, taking his first step down the aisle.

I followed behind him, the other groomsmen following behind me. How had they been so lucky to avoid the pre-wedding meeting from the coordinator? Lucky bastards…

Despite the promises I’d made to the coordinator that I would behave obnoxiously, I remained a professional and took my place beside him as we waited for the bridesmaids to walk down the aisle. And when Gabby came out in her long white dress with a train big enough to fit the entire wedding party, Zoran and the entire bridal party teared up.

I’d never been one to cry at weddings, and today was no different. Hell, I would avoid them if it wasn’t a prime hookup spot. The lovey-dovey crap just wasn’t for me, and I couldn’t help but roll my eyes.

Shenoticed. That sexy bridesmaid from Brazil. Despite giving me the evil eye, I picked up one eyebrow again and she quickly turned away, just like before. But now my eyes were glued to her. Aside from her gorgeous body, she had captivating chocolate eyes, and full, pouty lips. I’d love to bite those lips as I…

No, focus. Zoran was getting married, I needed to be present for this. And I was, for the remainder of the ceremony, not looking back at her even once.

After the ceremony, the groomsmen piled into a car—the bridesmaids in another, while the happy couple took a limo—and headed to the reception. Of course, we stopped by a beautiful pond with a picturesque bridge and took the wedding photos, before piling back into the cars to head to the reception.

After my second drink—thank you, free bar—a cute little blonde caught my eye. She was watching me from the dance floor, waiting for me to come over.

I couldn’t let her down, so I obliged, finishing my drink and slamming it down on the bar before walking onto the dance floor to meet this blonde vixen.

No need for a pick-up line—not that I’d use one anyway—but she was like putty in my hands, already taking it to the next level before she got my name. Hell, she didn’t even ask for my name, just pulled me in and started dancing with me.

Who was I to complain?

After another half an hour of dancing, she pulled me from the dance floor, around the corner and down the hall, to the bathroom. She shoved open the door, jerking me inside and into the stall, pulling me by my tie.

Without saying a word, her mouth crashed into mine, her tongue instantly in my mouth. It was too easy, I almost couldn’t enjoy it. I mean, have a little dignity and self-respect. She didn’t even know my name and she was already shoving her tongue in my mouth, trying to fuck me in a bathroom stall at a wedding.

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