Semua Bab Kiss Me, Bravta King: Bab 81 - Bab 90

AnatoliThey drove us to a building I'd never been in before, but it seemed small with how prosperous the Cartel had become. We all visited on official business—or to attack like we had at the warehouse where we'd taken their women. But this location wasn't familiar.I knew what its purpose was, though. This was somewhere they brought enemies to torture and kill. Malik and I were the only ones down here in this simple concrete room. We were roughly shoved down to sit in hard, stiff chairs, and the impact sent reverberating shockwaves of pain through my body.Others had been here before. Their blood still stained the walls. Vomit, shit, and piss stank from every corner, and I had no doubt countless people had lost control of their bodies from the stark terror and fear they'd felt as they were tortured to the last slight inch of their lives.They'd do the same to us now. There was no question in my mind that Malik and I had been kept alive for a purpose. Torture would be commencing soon

LaraI didn't sleep for long. The locks on the door clicked, rousing me from the light slumber I'd managed. I sat up just as the wooden panels were flung open.Anatoli.He hurried into the suite, cutting across the carpet with long strides. His focus was on me, steadfast and with a frantic gaze that alarmed me. That wasn't all that I noticed, with my heart in my throat and my pulse going haywire.From the light spilling in from the hallway, the double doors wide apart after his hasty entrance, I saw enough to toss the covers off me and scramble to stand and meet him in the middle.We hadn't talked. We had no time to hold a conversation about what was going on between us. All we'd shared was a stubborn craving for each other, a physical lust that couldn't be stoppered or delayed.Something more was there. Another thing—an emotional force a lot like care—bound me to worrying about him in this state."Anatoli!"If he didn't show up so suddenly and rush in like this, I would've been conce

AnatoliA baby?I stared at Lara, rooted in place and so shocked I couldn't breathe right. She'd punched the air right out of me when she didn't deny what Zakh said.She was pregnant.All the aches and pains of my injuries ceased to matter. I was stunned and numb, completely stuck in this surprise. My heart raced and my chest heaved in shallow, panted inhales, but I couldn't do anything other than stare at her.A baby!I lacked the ability to understand how and why Zakh could know. He likely went to see her in my room, and maybe she'd told him then. It didn't matter. My brother was the Pakhan and nothing should be a secret from him in this organization.Even the fact that this woman I couldn't stay away from was pregnant."The..." Tears shone in her eyes as she volleyed her gaze from me to Zakh. She was right to face him. Without any further explanation, she realized that he was the boss around here. Yet, she constantly glanced at me, picking up on this complete shock I couldn't mask.

LaraAnatoli confused me.One minute, he was so mad, fuming as he clenched his teeth, fisted his hands, and stood so rigidly unapproachable.The next, he softened his tone in the privacy of his wing and told me that he was sorry I was suffering all that I had. In his arms, I melted into his hug, wishing that I could count on him with my heart, not just my body.When he kissed me, almost chastely with delicate tenderness, I felt the opposite of love. I was an obligation, a transaction to secure, not a woman he wanted out of affection.My heart couldn’t take this aching pain, but I kept my chin up.He stepped back too soon, but I’d be damned if I'd let my body chase the warmth of his.“I’ll be back.”I couldn’t help the huff that left my lips. Again. Locked up. Again.“I’m going to get cleaned up and…” He pointed at his face, then his body. “We have a medic in training. He’ll stitch me up.”I opened my mouth but slapped it shut.“What?”I shook my head.“Tell me.”I rolled my eyes.“Ple

AnatoliI couldn’t stand there and take that lashing. Lara wasn’t cruel with her words. She didn’t scream and shout or toss out ultimatums like a sassy bitch. That calm, measured reasoning showed me how much she’d thought this all out.At the conclusion of her view and her opinions, she wanted one thing.Any possible life without me in it.Leaving her locked in my personal wing was getting old. She wouldn’t be allowed out of the house. Not any damn time soon. She could leave my room if she wanted and explore, within reason. But I couldn’t linger there.Every minute I was within her presence, I warred with the constant need to hold, taste, and fuck her hard. Her sweet body called to me. Her melodic yet firm voice beckoned me to embrace her and get her to smile or laugh again.I didn’t. I couldn’t approach her when she was so determined to strategize how to get away from me despite the very real and present dangers upon her life outside this building.Leaving the mansion wasn’t a better