Arranged Bratva Love

Adelaide

I love the house. It’s spacious and warm. There isn’t a lot of furniture but Andrei had already told me to go shopping for some, which is why I was dragging him from store to store, forcing him to help me choose. With my hand in his, we walked into the third one and I knew Andrei was getting fed up. I had the color palette in my hands, and we started to look at the sofas.

“You know I can pay someone to do this,” Andrei said.

I stare down at the cream sofa, and sink into the seat. It’s not quite fluffy enough. I know it’s weird but the best way to choose a sofa is to test it out with your ass, by actually sitting in it.

“I know. You can pay anyone to do anything. You’ve told me enough times, but I don’t want to ask someone to pick out my furniture, Andrei.” Patting the seat beside me, I wait. “I want us both to choose stuff for our place. Is that too much to ask?”

Andrei grumbled but sat down beside me, taking my hand in his, locking our fingers together. I can’t help but look at the Volkov ink on his hands.

On one of the visits with Aurora, I noticed she had a band around her wrist. I’d asked her about it, but she had clammed up, saying it wasn’t important.

“I like this one,” he said.

I wriggle my ass from side to side and tut. “No, it’s not comfortable enough. My ass will ache from sitting in it for too long.”

“Doesn’t everyone’s ass ache from sitting too long?”

I wave my hand as if to ignore his statement. “You know what I mean.”

“No, if I did, we’d have bought the sofa we saw an hour ago.”

“Ew, that was green, and wouldn’t have gone with the room.”

“Ugh, I don’t care about that.”

I chuckled and walked up to him, putting a hand on his chest. “And what if Ivan thinks about it? What if he cares how a place looks?”

“He doesn’t. Trust me.”

“Are you so sure?”

He looked ready to talk, but then he stopped and I smiled, going up on my tiptoes and kissing him.

“See, just enjoy this.” I take a few steps and realize I’m being unreasonable. “Actually, if you don’t want to pick out furniture together, then I completely understand. I know you’re very busy.”

“You’re doing that thing again.”

“What thing?”

“That thing that makes me feel guilty.”

I raise my brows. “I didn’t think a brigadier could feel guilty.” I make sure my voice is quiet so no one heard what I called him.

In response, Andrei laughed, pulled me into his arms, and kissed the top of my head.

“If this is what’s going to make you happy, then consider me happy.”

Wrapping my arm around him, we walked around the store, trying out new sofas. At one point, we were all alone, and Andrei reached for me, forcing me to straddle his waist, right there.

“What are you doing?” I asked, laughing.

“Simple. We need to test this sofa out for all eventualities, and I can promise you, all sofas are going to see my dick inside your cunt.” He ran his hands down my ass and drew me close. I felt the hard ridge of his cock pressing against my pussy, and it made me gasp. I’m so taken aback by the pleasure.

Andrei sinks this fingers into my hair, which I have left down, and he kisses me, hard. I love his kisses. Cupping his face, I’m lost in the sweetness of his lips, but at the sound of a throat clearing, I jerk back and couldn’t believe we’d been caught. Andrei had no such problems.

“Sorry you had to see that,” he said, with a wink. “But I think we found the sofa.” He patted the chair. “This is the bad boy we’ve been looking for.”

“Excellent, sir. Would you be interested in the whole set?”

And that’s how we left the store. Buying two sets of the sofa and chairs, one for the main living room, and another for the penthouse.

We weren’t done. We picked out beds for the three bedrooms. I insisted because those would be the guest bedrooms for Ivan and then one for Slavik and Aurora.

While Andrei dealt with the payment, I did wander around one of the stores and came to an ideal example of a nursery. Yellow walls, a neutral color. A crib, a rocking chair, a small white cabinet with diapers, and creams peeking out.

I tense up as arms wrap around my waist, and I know from the scent of his cologne, it’s Andrei.

“Hey.” He pressed a kiss to my neck.

“Hey. It’s beautiful.”

“It is. We can buy it if you want.”

“No. It’s bad luck. I’m not even pregnant.”

He nipped at my neck. “But you might be.”

That we could. I was too nervous to take a test. My last menstrual cycle hadn’t lasted long and it had been so light. I didn’t want to know.

“Would you want a boy or girl?” I asked.

“Don’t care, just so long as it’s healthy. We’re going to have to find names and do all that boring stuff.”

I can’t help but smile. “You don’t like names?”

“What do I name our kid that won’t make it hate us?”

This I found adorable. He was worried about what our child would think of us based on his or her name.

Leaning back into his embrace, I thought about it. “You could give him your name.”

“Andrei Junior, no thanks. Trust me.”

“Is there a name you’d like?” I asked, tilting my head back.

“Don’t take this the wrong way but I haven’t thought about it.”

“I know. I haven’t thought about names either. I’ve thought about having a baby in my arms, but names are so … final.”

Andrei rubbed my arms. “Come on, let’s go and get something to eat. My treat.”

As if it would be anyone else’s.

Leo and Terrance were with us today but neither opened my door as Andrei was there, helping me inside.

I sat down, and thought of a name. “Billie?”

“For what?”

“A boy or girl.”

“Not happening.”

“You don’t like the name Billie?” I asked.

“No, I don’t.”

I rolled my eyes. “How about … Raymond.”

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“You’re not being very helpful.”

“I like the name Lucifer.”

“You’re not being fair now.” I nudge his shoulder, but I can’t stop laughing.

“What about Bell?”

“To ring?” Andrei asked.

“You’re not being very helpful,” I said, taking a deep breath.

“I am being very helpful.” He took my hand and locked our fingers together. “I’m telling you all the names that are not going to work. How about Lucille?”

“I like that name, but no.” I sighed. “We’re not even pregnant and we’re arguing about names.”

“You being pregnant is completely inevitable,” he said.

I smiled and he cupped my cheek and kissed me. Staring into his eyes, I had this overwhelming feeling to tell him that I loved him. It came completely out of nowhere. I didn’t say the words but I did come close.

Sinking my teeth into my lip, I held the words back. Did I love this man? Could it even be possible? He didn’t love me. I was a job to him. He’d married me on boss’s orders.

Andrei moved his thumb to my lip and tugged. “Don’t bite that,” he said.

“Why?”

“Because it makes me want to do a whole lot of wicked things to you.” He kissed me. It started out gentle, and then he pressed harder against me, trailing his tongue across my lips, and when I opened, he plunged inside. I moaned his name, wrapping my arm around his neck, holding onto him, not wanting to let go.

His hand moved down my body, gripping my hip.

Cupping his face, I kiss him back, not wanting it to stop. He’s not touching my pussy, but I desperately want him. All too soon, he broke the kiss, lifting up and away from me, and I miss his touch the moment it’s gone, but it’s a good thing he did so. We’re at the restaurant.

He kisses the tip of my nose before climbing out of the car, rounding the vehicle to open my door. My face is all hot. I don’t question Leo and Terrance. I never saw the two men eat, but I knew they did. Andrei takes my hand and leads me into the restaurant. The maitre d’ stumbles when he catches sight of Andrei.

Within minutes, we’re at a table, a waiter taking our drink order, and menus being given to us. I hold my menu and stare at Andrei, a little shocked.

“What is going on in that crazy head of yours?” he asked.

“Don’t you see the way people react around you?” I tried to discreetly look around the restaurant. It was rather busy.

The customers didn’t care who we were, but I saw the waitstaff, and some of them pointedly looked our way.

“I own this restaurant,” Andrei said.

“You do?”

“Yes. I own a lot of businesses. It was all part of Ivan’s plan. We have a lot of companies to our name.” He winked at me. “Does that surprise you?”

“Yes, and you know how to run them?”

He tutted. “Of course. Ivan Volkov would only ever have the best men on his team.”

I liked this side of Andrei. He was playful, sweet, kind, charming. He was easier to understand and so approachable.

Looking at the menu, there was a lot of yummy food on offer. I noticed the vegan selection, and I didn’t know what to have. The pizza sounded so good but then the lentil Bolognese sounded delicious as well. My mouth watered. In the end, I settled on pizza while Andrei had the steak with roasted vegetables.

“This is nice,” I said.

Andrei reached across the table, taking my hand. “If you ever want to come here, let me know.”

“Do you have the best chefs as well?”

“Only the best works for me.”

“Did you always have a vegan menu?” I asked.

“No,” Andrei said. “I came to the restaurant the day after I found out you were one, and I got all of my restaurants to include a vegan menu.”

“You did?”

He nodded, lifting his water and taking a sip.

I’d declined the wine that was going to be poured for me, and had a soda instead. They still poured the drink in a wineglass, and I raised my glass with his.

“It was good for business. People go through fads all the time. It would seem vegan is the new thing to be right now.”

I smiled. Some people went through fads, others did it because they wanted to. I was the former.

“Tell me about yourself,” I said.

“What do you mean?”

“Did you always want to be … you know?” I asked.

Andrei didn’t let go of my hand but I saw the scowl slowly settle into place. He wasn’t happy. There was anger in his eyes.

“Adelaide, there is no choice in this life. Once you’re born into it, there’s no getting out. My father was born into it, so was I. There was no choice for me. This was going to be my life, regardless of whether my father wanted me or not.”

“Do you miss your father?”

“No.”

It was so final. Not a single hesitation.

“Do you miss your family?” he asked.

“Mine are not dead.”

“True, but you don’t ask to see them.”

I stare at our hands and think about what he said. “There’s no love lost between me and my family. They don’t care about me. They never really did.” After what Bethany had done, I’d not given them a thought. They didn’t even come to see me in the hospital, so thinking about them, I didn’t care. “Was it easier?” I asked. “With him being gone?”

“Yes, in a way, but you have to understand that he had to die in order for me to be here today.”

I squeeze his hand, and we pull apart as the waiter brings our food. It smells delicious. My mouth waters. The pizza is quite large, and I know I’m hungry enough to demolish it all. Picking up a slice, I take a large bite and close my eyes as the flavors hit my tongue. Ripe tomatoes, garlic, onion, and lots of herbs. It’s what I love and I can’t resist taking another slice, another moan leaving my lips as I do.

“This is so good,” I said, opening my eyes to find Andrei staring at me. “Here, take a bite. Trust me, it won’t hurt you. It’s just real good pizza.”

He looked highly doubtful but I waited and he took a bite. I saw the small hint of surprise as he licked his lips. My husband liked my vegan pizza, who would have thought it?

Just as I was about to offer him another slice of pizza, the sound of gunfire rang out, bullets flew through the room, and I screamed. Andrei grabs me, pushing me to the floor, his body covering mine. His hands go to my ears, but I press my hands to my own, hoping he will protect himself. I don’t know what’s happening. It’s frightening. Deafening.