Page 70 of Forced Bratva Wife

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Page 70 of Forced Bratva Wife

“So, you’re officially Dr. Vadim now.”

His smirk was all devilish charm and innuendo.

“Yes, I guess I am.” I shrugged with a smile.

It was still odd to be called by a different last name. Even though I definitely didn’t want anything to do with my old one. Kozlovsky was dead to me now, literally and figuratively, and putting distance between myself and that piece of shit that did nothing to help raise me was a top priority.

Still, explaining the gunshot wedding had been tricky, to say the least.

I’d eventually told the attendings and staff that I’d gotten married. Of course, they were shocked, but over time, it faded enough to be as normal as everything else was now.

Over the past few months, I’d become very acquainted with life in the mafia and had the pleasure of meeting many more members of Lev’s family. Hell, I was taking dinners on the regular with Sergey, the head of the Vadim bratva mafia in all of Chicago.

Strange times indeed.

Best of all, Lev didn’t shy away from any of the details of his work. While I was still trying to learn the intricacies of family rivals, I was nothing, if not a quick study, which was damn good considering just how many enemies my dear husband and his family had.

The Irish family was still under heavy scrutiny by the Vadims, thanks to their buying in with my father, and it looked like they were far from done scheming in the background. Lev had sent the Unholy Trinity to keep an eye on them, and they often reported back that the “paranoid fuckers were taking secret meetings to a new level.”

The trio was still scary as fuck, but speaking to them often helped to ease some of the tension in the room whenever we had to meet with them at that restaurant.

“So,” Lev’s voice pulled me out of my tired, swirling thoughts, and I refocused on his face, still loving the way his eyes devoured me even months after our first meeting, “what does the future hold for you now, Dr. Parker Vadim?”

I rolled my eyes, shoving against Lev’s firm chest. My fingers laced beneath the open fold of his shirt, and I traced over the thick scar on his neck from the stab wound. It had healed well, but there was little to be done for the scarring. It wasn’t pretty by any stretch of the word, but I loved it all the same.

Visceral proof of what Lev had done and was still doing for me.

“More of the same, Mr. Vadim. I’ll be working at the hospital, just as a resident now, and I’ll be living here. With you.”

Lev lowered his forehead to mine, his voice much more serious this time. “Yeah? And is there anything more you want? Anything I can give you? Kids, pets, a new wardrobe?”

“Ha!” A tickled giggle spilled from my lips. “Considering what I know about you and clothes, no the wardrobe is fine. As for pets or kids, that’s a big no-thank-you. We have way too much stuff going on in our lives to be dealing with all that.”

Humming thoughtfully, Lev stroked down my cheek with his thumb. “No children ever?”

I shrugged, shaking my head gently. “I don’t know. That’s a lot of responsibility, and I’m so focused on the hospital right now. Why? Do you really want them so much?”

“No,” he answered easily, “I get all that. And my father was a piece of shit, so…I’m not sure how I would fare in that direction. it’s just the idea of seeing you carrying my child, round and full. It does something to me.”

“Oh, I see.” I nodded, smirking at him. “Well, it’s not a never but not yet. I’ve still got time, remember. And you have a very vivid imagination, so…just fantasize a bit.”

Lev chuckled darkly, his hand sliding from my cheek to my throat as the other went for my breast.

“Hmm, I think I can do that.” He squeezed hard, and I gave a small yelp. “How can we celebrate this milestone of yours?”

My eyes flickered closed as he found my nipple through my shirt, and I moaned low.

“Actually…”

Pinching, Lev nuzzled into my neck, his thumb pressing down on my trachea. “Hmm? What, sweetness?”

“I’ve been thinking about getting a tattoo.” I struggled to open my eyes against the building pleasure. “I want something that reminds me of what we’ve been through. What we’ve survived.”

Lev pulled back, his eyes alive with lust and intrigue. “Oh, I would love to be there for that.”

Smiling down at him, I sucked a breath in through my nose as he dragged his hand down from my nipple to between my legs.

“Oh, would you now?”




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