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Author: Marcy Lee
last update Petsa ng paglalathala: 2026-05-02 01:33:34

Sergei

The moment I reach the parking level, I'm already pulling out my phone before the car even stops. My fingers shake— actually fucking shake— as I hit Radimir's number. The call connects on the first ring.

"Which flight?" I bark into the phone, not bothering with pleasantries. There's no time for social niceties when my entire world is falling apart.

A pause. Then the familiar sound of Radimir's fingers flying over his keyboard filters through the line. That sound— usually comforting, the
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  • A Taste of the Bratva King   158

    SergeiThe rhythm we find is ancient and immediate, bodies remembering without prompting. Every movement is both new and familiar, charged with the depth of everything we've overcome to reach this moment.When she comes apart in my arms, it's with a cry that echoes off the burgundy walls that are a carbon copy of the room I first took her in. I follow her over the edge moments later, burying my face in the curve of her neck where her pulse beats frantically against my lips.After, we lie tangled on the antique sofa, her head on my chest and my fingers threading through her hair in that way that's become so familiar to me now. The room holds charged silence of secrets shared and boundaries dissolved."I can't believe you recreated this place," she murmurs against my skin, voice still breathless."I can't believe you're here." I press a kiss to her head, inhaling scent that's become synonymous with home. "After everything that should have kept us apart."She lifts her head to study my f

  • A Taste of the Bratva King   157

    SergeiI lean back, letting the moment stretch until anticipation builds in her eyes. "Because I wanted to show you your new place."She jolts like I just told her the building's on fire. "My new place?"The words barely make it past her lips, like speaking too loud might break whatever's happening here."If you want it." I keep my voice steady even though my heart feels like it's bracing to explode. "We can hire someone else to manage it, but you're the best choice for the job."Her mouth opens and closes without sound. I can see her mind racing, trying to process what I'm offering and what it means for everything we've built."Plus," I continue, reaching across to cover her hand with mine, "it's where we first met. I know the original was in Boston and this one's in Budapest, but..." I shrug because some things don't need explaining. "You understand."Laughter bursts out of her— startled, delighted, slightly hysterical. "You're serious?""Dead fucking serious." I squeeze her fingers

  • A Taste of the Bratva King   156

    SergeiI'm awake before the alarm— always am— but today it's not the ghosts or the restless itch under my skin pulling me from sleep.It's hunger.Raw, uncomplicated need for what I've planned to show her.My wife sleeps against me like she belongs there— because she fucking does. Her breathing stays soft and even, one elegant hand spread over my heart like she's staking a claim even in sleep. The wedding ring catches the morning light— simple platinum we exchanged yesterday, making real what's been carved into my bones for months.Moya zhena.My wife.Still sends electricity through my chest every time I think it. It feels like a lifetime ago that she was Tamara Katona Yevgeniy— a woman I loved but couldn't fully possess. Now, she's Tamara Sidorova, and something has taken root in me that I'd forgotten could exist.She stirs against me, eyes fluttering open with the slow grace of someone emerging from peaceful dreams. When she sees me watching her, her lips curve into that smile that

  • A Taste of the Bratva King   155

    TamaraWhen I finish, the garden is completely silent except for the whisper of wind through roses and the distant sound of Budapest traffic. Even Slava has gone still, his small face serious as if he understands that something important is happening.Sergei's vows, when they come, are delivered in that beautiful, gravelly voice that I love so much."Tamara," he says, and just my name in his accent sounds like a declaration of love, "I spent years believing I was finished with beautiful things. That I didn't deserve them, couldn't protect them, would only destroy whatever I touched."He lifts our joined hands to his lips, pressing a kiss to my knuckles that feels like a blessing."Then you walked into my life with your stubborn independence and your fierce loyalty and your way of seeing goodness in places where everyone else sees only danger. You made me want to be better than I was, cleaner than my past, worthy of the trust you placed in me even when you didn't fully understand what

  • A Taste of the Bratva King   154

    TamaraFrom downstairs, the sound of the string quartet warming up drifts through the windows. Mozart's "Eine kleine Nachtmusik"— something classic and joyful and timeless. The music of celebration, of moments that deserve to be remembered.Slava appears in the doorway, resplendent in his tiny tuxedo, his hair combed into submission and his face shining with excitement. He's carrying the ring pillow with the concentration of someone entrusted with state secrets."Mama pretty!" he announces, and then immediately tries to touch the beadwork on my skirt with hands that are definitely not clean."Careful, little love," I say, catching his fingers before they can transfer garden dirt to silk. "We need to keep Mama's dress clean for pictures.""Pictures with Papa?""Lots of pictures with Papa."His face lights up with the kind of joy that only small children can achieve— pure and uncomplicated and absolutely certain that everything beautiful in the world exists just for him.Through the win

  • A Taste of the Bratva King   153

    TamaraI wake to the sensation of Sergei's fingers tracing lazy circles on my bare shoulder, his breath warm against my neck as he whispers, "Today, malen'kiy, you become my wife. Again."Again.Because the hospital chapel ceremony, beautiful as it was, belonged to necessity and grief. Today belongs to joy.I roll over to face him, drinking in the sight of my husband— my husband— in the soft dawn light. His hair is disheveled from sleep, his usual careful composure abandoned in these quiet moments before the world intrudes. There's something boyish about him like this, vulnerable in ways he'd never allow anyone else to see."Any second thoughts?" I ask, though I'm teasing. We're past the point of doubt, past the place where uncertainty could live between us.His answer comes in the form of his mouth against mine, a kiss that tastes like forever and promises kept. When we break apart, his eyes hold that storm-cloud intensity that still makes my pulse race."The only thought I have," he

  • A Taste of the Bratva King   17

    TamaraThe cool night air hits my face as I step out of The Fatal Seduction, and I feel like I'm floating.My skin still hums with electricity from TMG's touch. The memory of his hands, his voice, the intensity of our connection sends warmth spiraling through my chest.For the first time in months,

  • A Taste of the Bratva King   16

    TamaraThe unspoken words unlock something primal inside me, something that's been buried under months of pain and insecurity. My hand drifts to the belt of my robe, fingers trembling as I work the knot loose.The silk falls open, exposing my breasts to the candlelight. I'm not wearing anything und

  • A Taste of the Bratva King   5

    TamaraThe second whiskey goes down easier, spreading warmth through my limbs and blurring the sharp edges of tonight's confrontation. Jack continues polishing glasses, occasionally making small talk with other patrons, but his attention keeps returning to me with a kindness I desperately need."Yo

  • A Taste of the Bratva King   4

    TamaraMy hands shake against the steering wheel as I sit in my car outside Viktor's building, the engine running but going nowhere.The tears won't stop coming— ugly, choking sobs that leave my chest aching and my vision blurred. I catch my reflection in the rearview mirror and hate what I see. Ma

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