Although I did laugh when he called him Legolas once, and Gleb was ready to kill me.
An enthusiastic knock on the door caught me off guard, and I blinked, confused. For the last two days, and because of all the things that happened with Rosa, Dominic, and Jake, no one bothered me much. In other words, I only left the room for breakfast or when Jake wanted to wander around.
Even Radmir sort of abandoned me, not even glancing my way. I struggled to understand his behavior. Wasn't he supposed to come talk to me about what went down that day?
I felt like we were both fools at this whole relationship thing. I shouldn't have overreacted like that. I should have included him in our family circle, and we should have spent that night together, all three of us. And he shouldn't have listened to me and left.
But alas, we couldn't change it now, and I was getting tired of this shit.
Maybe I can just go all caveman style on him? Seemed to always work for him when I was involved.
Tugging on my short, yellow dress, I padded to the door and opened it wide, coming face-to-face with none other than Michael.
He grinned widely at me, mischief in his eyes as he raised a bottle of wine in his hands. “Hey,krasotka.” He called mebeauty? “I’m gathering all the girls so we can gossip and talk about dicks, since no one else is willing to.” He sounded annoyed with the fact.
Huh?
Dicks?
Oh.
Radmir told me being gay was forbidden in the brotherhood, and he only had one guy, Vitya, who leaned that way. Those two were always around each other, although nothing else gave away their relationship.
He burst out laughing. “God, your face said it all. Yep, that beautiful, scarred man you’ve seen belongs to me,” he said possessively and then grabbed my hand. “Come on, the rest are already downstairs.” I dug my heels into the floor, not budging.
“Jake—”
He rolled his eyes, came inside, took the baby monitor he had given me as I had no one else to ask, and motioned with his hand to follow him. “Krasotka, you are in the Bratva headquarters with an awesome guy like me, and all you do is sit here. Not healthy.”
I was stunned at his behavior. Lately, I hadn’t noticed his shining personality. I put on my ballerinas, and we walked quietly downstairs as he hummed some Russian song.
Even as off-key as he sounded, it was catchy.
The main room was buzzing with activity as members played pool, smoked, drank, or danced with the ladies.
Ladies, as in Bratva’s whores.
But they never crossed my path or were mean, so I didn't really have anything against them as long as they didn't touch my man.
Then I’d scratch their fucking eyes out.
We joined Melissa, Konstanciya, and Kostya at the bar, since the guy was busy serving drinks to everyone. “Hey,” I said, my cheeks heating. I felt like it was my first day of high school, because I didn't interact with them much.
Konstanciya just raised her brow and then patted the seat next to her. “Welcome to the dark side.” She winked, immediately putting me at ease. “We were just chatting about guns and politics.”
I wrinkled my nose. “Yeah, those are not my favorite subjects.”
Michael saluted me while opening the bottle and pouring it in three glasses, while giving soda to Melissa. “Amen, sister. Like there is no other interesting shit to talk about.” Then he nudged Kostya. “You’re going to be part of a girl party tonight.” The bartender didn't even flinch, just shook his head, kept on working on the drinks for the rest, and scanned the place, as if checking that everything was running smoothly.
“How is Rosa?”
“She’s good, a fighter that one. Plus, she has that possessive beast of a man with her. Dom takes good care of her.” Konstanciya laughed then wondered aloud, “Is Radmir in the doghouse?”
“Doghouse?” How the hell did she know that?
“He fell from your graces, so you are keeping the pussy away from him?”
Blinking at her boldness, I grabbed the glass and took a sip, enjoying the bittersweet taste. Good stuff, Michael had great taste.
