บททั้งหมดของ Kings Of The Bratva: บทที่ 61 - บทที่ 70

ValentinI couldn’t wait for the ceremony to be over and for the cake to be cut.Even if I didn’t eat any, it meant we were closer to leaving the lackluster wedding and being able to return home sooner rather than later. It felt like a sham wedding because it was, and I couldn’t help but think that Lyra would’ve wanted better for herself.It was embarrassing, yet I was swept into a first dance before I could have any say in it.The music began to play after the chairs were cleared, and Lyra stood there somewhat awkwardly. Taking her hand, I pulled her closer and put my hands on her waist. Carefully, we began to sway silently. I could feel my brothers watching with their smug smiles. Enora took a few pictures.It was frustrating to know just how much they were enjoying themselves at my expense, even though they were the ones who discouraged my relationship with her in the first place. It was some twisted way for them to get under my skin, and it was working.It was like they enjoyed wa

LyraShock consumed me immediately, causing me to freeze in my place.I wasn’t expecting Valentin to kiss me. I thought he would ignore me, not laying a hand on me the entire night.But the feeling of his mouth against mine reignited that dormant lust—the memory of what used to be between us.Unable to fight it, I melted into the kiss, allowing his arms to wrap around me as he pulled us impossibly close. The feeling of his muscled physique beneath my palms was enough to have my body pulsing for him.He wasted no time showing me just how badly he wanted it, squeezing and caressing me everywhere he could.As our lips moved feverishly, he gripped the material of my dress and eased it down, done thanks easily to the zipper being down already. I gasped the moment he pawed at my chest, groaning into our embrace like he was returning home at last.As if by instinct, my body knew how to react to his, awakened by his touch. The want I had for him swam warmly in my system, begging to be taken

ValentinA week had already gone by since the wedding, and I still couldn’t wrap my head around it all.Our new life together wasn’t how I had imagined it at all. While we had ground-breaking sex during our quick honeymoon, nothing else evolved from it in the days that followed. We were exes with a son, forced to come together. We were married, but not exactly lovers. Or even friends, for that matter.It was a difficult territory to tread, and I didn’t know how to act or what to say around her.A part of me wanted to not only be a good father for my son but to be a good husband as well, but I wasn’t so sure Lyra wanted that.I was beginning to look past how she had kept our child from me, but just when I felt like I was over it, that resentment came creeping back in. Not to mention, her occasional warning looks seemed like a clear sign not to get too close yet.She was still angry with me; that much was clear.But even if that was all true, I didn’t want to walk on eggshells forever

LyraTime had been a blur since Valentin was injured, and two weeks came and went.I was surprised by how worried it made me. I knew he and his brothers had invested in a dangerous lifestyle, yet I couldn’t help but stress over his safety.I didn’t want our son to see his father in such a state, wondering if a day might come when a bullet lands in the right spot or if someone decides he has wronged them. Anything could happen in their business, and it felt impossible to be passive about it.As much as I didn’t want to admit it, I didn’t want to see him that way either, afraid the next time might be the end.Even if the feelings came from a once dormant place, I resented how I cared for him even after things didn’t end as amicably for us as they could’ve.No matter what happened between us, we had a son together, and that meant I had a stronger vested interest in him surviving his dealings.Despite the blinds being drawn in our bedroom, the vague light leaking through had stirred me f

ValentinI had never been one to take much pride in celebrating holidays beyond drinking my weight in vodka and whiskey, but it was difficult to think about anything other than going trick-or-treating for the first time with my son.Getting him ready for the night out sparked more of that excitement, and seeing him so content about his costume made it all worth it.He was a joy to be around. He became the light of my life in no time at all, and I couldn’t be happier as a father.Charlie’s costume was already on while he ran around the condo, exclaiming about how badly he wanted to go get some candy. I slipped my cape on and put the fake teeth in, ready to go as a vampire.It had been a last-minute idea since I had been more focused on what our son was going as.The two of us waited in the living room with Charlie’s pumpkin-shaped container, waiting on Lyra. A Halloween film played on the tv, half keeping our attention.“How do I look?”Glancing up at her, I was stunned the moment I la