“I didn't do it. He’s the one who is ignoring me and doesn't get hints.”
“Just FYI, in case you girls wonder, men don’t get hints. You have to be frank with us,” Michael pointed out, putting his ass on the empty chair and scooting it into the middle so all of us could sit in a sort of circle.
“Agreed,” Kostya said, and at this, Konstanciya flushed.
“I’m always frank with you.”
“Really?”
“Yes, I want your dick and that’s that. You know where we stand,” she said so matter-of-fact I choked on my drink, while Melissa just shifted her eyes from one to the other.
“Ah, finally conversations about dicks. In this place, it’s all about pussy.” Michael made a duck face on the last word, clearly mocking it. I giggled, and he added more wine to my glass.
“Shut up, Michael. Do not talk about my dick with him,” Kostya warned us girls, and although his voice was stern, I noticed a hint of amusement in the corners of his eyes.
Michael opened his mouth to fire back, but he was interrupted by another interesting question.
“So you are pregnant with kaznachei's baby?” Konstanciya asked Melissa, and she furrowed her brows.
“Who?” Her whole attention was on the chocolate cake Larissa, the Bratva’s cook, baked for after dinner.
Rolling her eyes, Konstanciya elaborated, “Kaznachei, as in Yuri, the financial genius in this brotherhood.”
Melissa froze for a second, then resumed eating, although with less enthusiasm. “Yeah.”
“How did it happen?” She kept on bugging the girl, even though she was clearly not in the mood. Who would be? He didn't claim her as his, and it must have been hard.
By the way she sometimes acted in his company, I had a feeling she didn't get the memo from him that their time together was just fucking and nothing serious.
“Maybe we should change the sub—”
Konstanciya didn't let me finish, sending a glare my way. “Hell, no. I wanna know the details. What’s the point of this get-together, then? And I don't have it in me to act all polite like the rest of you.” She pointed at the rest of the Bratva, who carefully listened to our conversation, even though they were pretending to do their shit. They even turned down the music. “Apparently, I'm the only brave one here.”
She kind of got us all there, because the topic of Yuri getting an FBI agent of all people pregnant was the main talk among the Bratva. As much as they hated her profession, several of them already wondered how to protect her and the baby during her pregnancy, since she worked in a dangerous job. Although Melissa could probably take care of herself, I found it sweet how much they were willing to do for the baby.
“We had sex,” Melissa finally said. “Bad sex that lead to a pregnancy. I expected way better from the Mafia guys.” She almost sang the words, while the people quieted around us, and Kostya even spilled a drink on the counter at this information. I barely restrained myself from bursting with laughter; their reaction was priceless.
She moaned at another bite of the cake, when a cold yet amused voice from behind her spoke. “Was it now?” Melissa's eyes widened in shock as Yuri came closer to her. He leaned closer to her ear, while her breath hitched, and said loud enough for everyone to hear. “Then let's give it another chance, shall we?”
“Go to hell, Yuri.”
His jaw ticked, the only thing that indicated his emotions.
“Well, this is awkward,” Michael said. “That explains why you never get laid around here, man.” He patted Yuri’s arm. “Pity really, with your looks.”
I had a feeling any minute Yuri’s fury would boil over on him, when Melissa stood up and faced him.
“Fine. Let’s have sex.” She pushed her hair over her shoulder and then tugged on his tie. Another weird thing about the guy, he wore ties almost every day, which often looked out of place. “For old times’ sake.” And with that, they left the main room as he trailed down to his apartment.
“See what I mean?” Michael whispered. “You should take pointers from her.”
“Excuse me?”
“Stop sulking in your room and go make out with your guy. He hurt you, you hurt him, kiss it all better together, and it’s done, just like that.” He clicked his fingers. “And learn not to do that in the future.” Then he kissed me on the cheek. “Babe, I’ve been in a relationship for the last three years, so I know what I’m talking about.” He sent me a wink and looked over my shoulder. I glanced back as Radmir walked into the compound, wearing a T-shirt and sweatpants, and his eyes landed on me.
Heat, desire, need, want, longing.
They held it all, and someone had to break the ice. Might as well be me.
