Page 62 of Trapped By the Bratva
That element hadn’t changed. The morning after we slept together, she woke up a bit embarrassed to still be in my bed, butI kissed her quiet. After a quickie, teaching her how to ride me, we showered, and she guided me through my exercises.
Hell, she could just move into my room with me. She spent so much time in here already.
But duty called. When Alek said he wanted another meeting, specifically about Avilov, nothing would have kept me away from grabbing my cane and walking to the dining room where we always talked. Hannah was called away too. Amy was struggling with the twins and needed help. Mila was dealing with fussy Alana. Margie was helping Becca with Emily. Nadia was already doing her best with Amy, but she didn’t seem to have that maternal know-how yet.
And you’re impatient to bring another baby into this house, Darling?
I shook my head, musing about Hannah’s admission of wanting to start a family soon. This place would be overwhelmed with crying infants and?—
Well. That’s assuming she’d be here with her child.
I winced as I entered the room, realizing my mistake in thinking that far. I saw Hannah as a permanent fixture here. I wanted her inmylife permanently, but I couldn’t put that into words yet. Not until I took care of myself and my needs, primarily in seeing through this revenge I needed to get from Erik Avilov’s torture.
It was instinct to see her here, with child, rather than somewhere else.
Because the idea of another man knocking her up elsewhere…
I dropped into a chair and grimaced. Rubbing my chest didn’t ease the burning tension there, and I winced as I realized it wasa form of anxiety. Anger? I couldn’t pinpoint what this strong emotion was, but I didnotprefer that scenario.
Thinking of another man even touching Hannah pissed me off. I had no right to be possessive of her when I refused to commit with simple words. I was an asshole to want to hog her and keep her without letting her think that she had any hold over me.
But I didn’t give a shit. Picturing Hannah with someone else had me seeing red.
“You all right?” Alek asked as he sat and called order to this small meeting.
“Yeah. Fine,” I lied, waving at him to start.
I was far from fine. As I considered the reality that Hannah and I hadn’t used any protection, I let that ramification cloud my thoughts even more.
I wasn’t bothered about it. It hadn’t entered my mind to slip a condom on or pull out. I’d guessed accurately that she was a virgin and was clean. And if I knocked her up…
Then it is what it is.
I wasn’t in a rush to have any children. I had lots of nieces and a nephew to dote on. This house had lots of babies as it was, but I wouldn’t be upset about Hannah being the mother of my kids.
I’d fucking love it.
The timing was all wrong. I didn’t want to think about my future until I wrapped up the unfinished business of my past. If she was already pregnant, it would be good news.
But it would mean needing to hurry up and end Avilov sooner.I’d be on a race against time to hunt him down and kill him. Ihad to so I could be fully recovered mentally to move on with my future. And I wouldn’t feel right or whole until I’d gotten my revenge.
“Dmitri?” Nik raised his brows as he faced me. “Did you hear me?”
Shit.“No. Sorry. What did you say?” I wasn’t paying attention at all, stuck in my head with visions of a future with Hannah.
“Freeman is willing to work with us on finding Avilov.”
I scowled at him. Again with that agent. I was sick of hearing about this possibility. Since when did we work with the goddamn law? Never, that was when.
“I’m not willing to let them in too close,” Alek said.
Thank you. Thank you for having common sense.
As Alek and Nik argued, Maxim jumped in to give his input. His perspective was different. He was grateful for the CIA agent’s help to find Nadia as quickly as possible. I was sure that my brothers were also glad that I was found due indirectly to the agent being there and willing to collaborate in finding Avilov, but that didn’t mean we had to go against all that we stood for—which was running our organization to achieve maximum profit and power.
Ivan sided with me, heavily anti-law enforcement. But I didn’t weigh in. It was a volley of opinions about technicalities, and I was more interested in the end result.
My mind drifted, again, and I fell back to thinking about Hannah. About how she might react if I told her to move into my room. How she could interpret my suggestion that she get a new phone so her sister couldn’t contact her at all.
