All Chapters of Kiss Me, Bravta King: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

AlisaZakh limped with my assistance, but I worried what would happen on the sidewalks. He'd been in better health and was uninjured when those cartel members tried to stop us on our way to our wedding. Now, he was still in pain, shot and beaten, and not as fast to fight. If anyone tried to bother us on the return trip to the apartment, it would be up to me to somehow defend us.I'd gotten lucky with that shot at his cousin. I'd killed Akim because he was within such a close range. It was still a miracle of a shot. I knew how to operate a gun, but my aim and accuracy left much to be improved.I didn't need to worry for long. Maxim saw us to the first floor and led us back to a garage exit. A car was waiting for us, and it was only then that I realized we might not be going back to the first place where he'd kept me.Zakh held the door open for me to enter the passenger side. After he shut the door, he rounded the car with his brother. They continued to speak in hushed tones, but their

ZakhThree more times, late into the night, I fucked my wife.My wife.I didn't know if or when that phrase would stop getting to me. I'd never thought I'd get married. I would've been content to be a bachelor and remain unattached for the rest of my life.Now that I was married, I couldn't get enough of that phrase.My wife. I was addicted to the fact that she was mine. Mine to possess, to fuck, to protect. Alisa was sworn to me, and I would never forget it.As she slept in, well into the morning on the day after our wedding, I sighed and let her catch up on her rest. I'd worn her out all night long, making good on showing her how hot it could be between us. The chemistry sizzling between us was an unstoppable force. All it took was one heated look, one delicate brush of her skin against mine, and I wanted her again.The wound stretching over my shoulder and onto my back held me back from taking her as roughly as I wanted, but we still made it work.I worked her. Bouncing on my dick

ZakhI didn't go far from Alisa. A couple of blocks down the street, my men waited in the basement level of a warehouse. Office suites had been renovated down here, and it was where my brothers and several other soldiers stood around and paced. Hiding and working in the shadows offered no pride, but until we took over, we would operate however we could. We weren't cowards, tiptoeing around Mikhail and his men, but rather, cautious men at war.I called them my men because they were. My brothers would always stand by me. These others were loyal to the Family, not Mikhail himself.Desmier and Malik nodded at me in greeting, and I went to stand with Anatoli and Maxim. He'd been treated. He had to have been, because he looked much better than he had the day before."Where is your wife?" he asked as I sat on a stool.I'd already texted them to have one of our medics in attendance. I trusted Alisa's stitches on my back and shoulder, but it wouldn't hurt to have another look at it."Resting,"

AlisaI ran out of the apartment and nearly skidded to a rough stop against the wall. A guard lay dead on the hallway floor, a bullet neatly embedded between his eyes.Damien had killed him. He had to have. There was no other explanation for it, but I knew that man was too far gone.I couldn't stall. Stopping or hesitating would be a grave mistake. With Damien wounded and furious in the apartment, he'd been eager to chase me down. I had no way of guessing whether he had backup, where others from my father's force could be hiding or waiting, or if anyone here would help me.If Zakh could question himself and give evidence of not being able to fully trust me because I was an Aslanov, would his men?I ran all the way out to the streets. Being in the open helped me beat back the gnawing claustrophobia that had overtaken me in the hallways as I fled the scene, but on the streets again, I felt more vulnerable. My father's men could be out here. Zakh's could too. It seemed that no matter whe

ZakhSeeing Alisa caught in the grip of Sergei Aslanov's top soldier's hands sent me spiraling and sinking into a deep rage unlike anything else I'd ever felt. My arms and legs vibrated with the urgent need to inflict pain, and I let the wrath coat me like a shield.I exhaled hard through my nostrils for a moment, letting this image etch into my brain. Because this would be the last time. This would be the very last time any man ever dared to touch my woman."Let go of my wife," I ordered in a lethal tone that promised no mercy."Fuck you," Lev sneered, shoving her to the side with no care for her slipping and falling into a puddle. Hearing her cry out at the rough handling stoked the fire and anger within. I fumed, overwhelmed with the immediate urge to end his life."You touch my wife and die," I vowed. I'd slaughter him and slay every other motherfucker who dared to harm a hair on her head.Alisa was mine, and I would burn the goddamn world down for her if I had to.He lifted his g