Arranged Bratva Love

Andrei

I didn’t like when Ivan came to my city. Especially when it wasn’t planned, out of the blue, and one week into my marriage. I had nothing to hide from him, apart from the fact I’d not fucked her.

Every day for the past week, I’d arrived home to find her fast asleep. I’d lain in bed and waited for sleep to claim me. I’d never been a hard sleeper. Years of waiting for my dad to come and take his anger and aggression out on me had done that. I always slept now with one eye open. Did she know how many weapons I had close by?

There was always a gun beneath my pillow, as well as two underneath our bed. Another in the drawer. Our penthouse was full of weapons to grab in case of an ambush.

Adelaide kept trying to pull the dress down. It had ridden up the moment she sat in the car, and that was how I liked it. Seeing that blue dress on the bed, I didn’t want her to wear that, to hide from who she was. My wife had an amazing body. Curves in all the right places. To some, she might be considered fat, but to me, I happened to like looking at her curves. The only saving grace about her wedding dress had been what it did for her tits. They should be on constant display. My men knew to look away, and any man caught staring at my woman would feel my anger. Adelaide was all mine.

Now, some men might prefer their women to cover up, to hide their bodies for their own viewing pleasure. Not me. I didn’t want to see her drowned in clothing. Adelaide hid enough as it was.

I’m aware she’s pissed off. Did she know I watched her? Did she know I had cameras in every single room of the house? That all it took was a few presses on my cell phone, and I could see what she was doing every single second of every day? I doubted it.

She was going crazy. Staying in the penthouse all day, every single day, was starting to take its toll. Ivan was screwing with my plans. Ever since he’d changed Bethany for Adelaide, his meddling hadn’t been appreciated. A whore like Bethany knew of our world. Adelaide should never have been my wife. She wasn’t made for this.

“Where are we going?” she asked.

I ignored her and stared at my cell phone, scrolling through the endless emails.

“So, we’ve been married for one week,” Adelaide said.

“Shut up.” I wasn’t interested in knowing how long we’d been married. I was not stupid. I could count.

She tensed and moved a little closer to the door. Did she really think that would help her? Putting my cell phone away, I stared at her exposed thigh. Her legs were pressed together. The tempting white flesh of her knee was too good to ignore.

“Circle the block, Leo,” I said.

I closed the distance between us and placed my hand on her thigh. She gasped, her hands moving as if to push me away. Bethany had warned her. I knew her vile sister would spread her gossip. Bethany wasn’t wrong. I did like to fuck. I loved having a woman’s cunt on my dick. I liked it rough. Hearing a woman moan as I pounded away inside her, holding her into place, marking her, was the best feeling in the world. What the bitch hadn’t said to Adelaide was I’d never touched her.

I hated Bethany. Marrying her was all a business deal. I didn’t want my spunk inside that nasty cunt. Nope. Ivan hadn’t told me about the baby part of things. That had come after I put my ring on Adelaide’s finger, and my name taking hers.

“Thank you for putting on the red dress,” I said.

I had to wonder if she would fight me or give in. Teasing my fingers against her knee, I slid them between her thighs, or tried to, but she pressed them together tightly. That was fine. I stroked along her thigh, teasing the fabric of the dress where it lay. It looked to me like she had stopped breathing.

“What was wrong with the blue?”

“I didn’t like it, Adelaide. You want to do things that please me, don’t you?”

She didn’t respond.

“What’s the matter, Adelaide? Don’t you want to talk to me?” I asked.

“I … I don’t want to be … your penthouse, it’s too much.”

“You can change any part of the penthouse you want.”NôvelDrama.Org content rights.

She shook her head. “That’s not what I meant.”

“Then tell me what you mean?”

Adelaide opened her mouth, closed it, opened it again. She had such lovely plump lips that would look so good wrapped around my dick. She was a virgin. Ivan made that perfectly clear. I don’t know how he got those details out of her, but he’d been more than happy to let me know.

Stroking her thigh, I wonder if she would like fucking. I could teach her. I had the patience, especially when I’d be the one to reap the rewards. Having boring sex seemed dull. We’re going to be married for a long time, unless it turns out she’s got a mean streak we don’t know about, or she’s not loyal. Ivan makes sure everyone is loyal before they’re marked.

“We’re here, sir,” Leo said.

Fuck.

The moment was wasted, and I couldn’t keep Ivan waiting too long.

The valet knows not to go for my doors. The last man that tried it ended up with a broken wrist. I don’t allow anyone to touch my car. Leo’s already out of the car and opening my door.

I climb out, run my hands down my jacket, not a wrinkle in sight, then round the car to my wife. The title is still foreign to me. I’d vowed never to take a wife, but what Ivan decreed, I followed. Holding the door handle, I pull it open. Offering her my other hand, I wait.

Adelaide nibbles on her lip, hesitant to take my hand, but before a scene could be caused, her hand slides right into mine, exactly where it’s meant to be. I help her out of the car, place my hand at her waist, and head inside.

Ivan’s already at the table waiting. The maitre d’ leads us to the center of the room, where I’m surprised to see Slavik and his wife Aurora at the table. This isn’t my first visit with Slavik, nor will it be our last.

I shook hands with Ivan and then Slavik, before taking Aurora’s hand and giving it a kiss just to piss him off, in greeting. While I’m doing that, Ivan’s already moving Adelaide close to him. Aurora’s on one side, my wife on the other. He’s done it on purpose, the asshole, but I can’t say anything at risk of causing a scene.

“Now isn’t this nice?” Ivan said. “Two beautiful ladies here to eat dinner with.”

“I didn’t know this would be a family affair,” I said, looking at Slavik. He takes a swig of water.

Slavik and I don’t trust each other. We never have, but that’s our personalities. Surviving in this world is knowing you don’t have anyone at your back. I didn’t even trust Leo. People were fickle and could be easily swayed. The only person I did trust was the one person I swore my loyalty to-Ivan.

He’d given me the greatest gift of all. The ability to wipe out every single person in my family line, from my father, all my brothers, their wives, and beyond. The only living male heir with the Belov name is me.

“Surprises are all well and good,” Ivan said. “These two lovely ladies need to know each other. They got along so well at the wedding.”

I watch Adelaide, who offered Aurora a smile.

“Weddings do bring people together,” Slavik said.

Adelaide and Aurora might become friends, but not yet, and not now. I’m not sure of my wife’s loyalty to Volkov. She’s an outsider. She doesn’t know how the Bratva work, and until she has complete and total loyalty to me and Ivan, there will be no reaching out to others, not even Aurora.

Slavik has his own area to protect, and his place is not near mine.

I pick up the menu and chance a glance through it to see if there’s anything I want to eat. I’m a steak man, have been for a long time. All those years of diving in dumpsters, I vowed that one day I’d never do that again. Good food was a necessity. Adelaide reached for the menu, but Ivan took it from her. “I know this restaurant, sweetheart. Let me order for you.”

I gritted my teeth. Was he doing this on purpose? I was aware he liked to play between Aurora and Slavik, but that was their own business. They had a history.

Other than changing my bride against my wishes, Ivan, as far as I knew, had nothing to do with Adelaide in the past. In fact, at all the family dinners, my current wife was never present. Bethany and her parents never talked about the other member of their family. She never attended celebrity events and was often kept out of the media.

I knew why. They were ashamed of her, often referring to her as the Ugly One.

The name alone angered me, for Adelaide was in fact a beautiful woman. She had the sweetest smile and the sexiest laugh. I was surprised years of being put down hadn’t affected her, but seeing her tonight in that dress, I’d already noticed a dozen men looking at her. They wanted to bed my virgin bride, but none of them were getting within touching distance.

I had the overwhelming urge to pull my gun out and shoot them all right in the eyes. Blood had always been a lovely sight to me, and the day I painted my old family home red had been a joyful day.

Some would say I’m a little warped, but that is a kindness I don’t deserve. I know there’s a darkness inside me. It’s cold and part of me is dead inside. A man like me should never be near the innocence of Adelaide. For now, she’s safe. This is all new to her. I’ve not exposed her to the real me, but the moment she realizes what I am, she’ll hate me.

“She’ll have the steak,” I said.

Ivan chuckled. “Have you not gotten to know your wife?”

I clench my jaw. “Is there something wrong with steak?”

“I don’t like it,” Adelaide said after a few seconds of silence. “I never have.” She looked down at the table, avoiding my gaze.

“Then she’ll have the chicken,” I said. I do not want Ivan ordering for my woman. Adelaide is mine. There were plenty of other virgins out there in the world. He wasn’t having mine.

Ivan snorted.

Adelaide nibbled her lip. “I’m a … vegan. I don’t eat any kind of meat.”

“And that’s why, Andrei, I chose this restaurant. They have the best marinated tofu. I cater to all tongues, including your sweet wife’s.”

There is a great deal I don’t know about Adelaide, but a vegan? Why did he have me marry her? She would be eaten alive in this world. There was no room for her or for us. She was far too innocent and I knew I had no choice but to break her.