Bratva by Jay Imani

Author:Jay, Imani
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Independent
Published: 2023-12-28T00:00:00+00:00

5

Mitya

I park in front of Ana’s house at six-thirty, like some fucking high-schooler on his first date. Sitting in my Panamera, hands shaking, heart beating like a motherfucker. I shake my head and let out a laugh. What the fuck, Mitya? I lost count of the number of women I’ve been with. Kept a few for some time, but never have I felt anything like this. Stomach filled with fucking butterflies, restless the entire day. Excited to see her again. This shit is fucking crazy.

I think about my parents’ story. Their young love. How they had to leave Russia because my grandfather wouldn’t let his well-raised daughter marry a Maksimov. About how they braved the odds and started a family. Then I remember how broken he was after she died. A feral beast who only lived to avenge his beloved wife. The wife who accidentally took a bullet meant for him. Then he was blessed with a second great love. My sisters’ mother.

I think about what it would feel like to lose Anya and my heart painfully squeezes in my chest. I shake my head. First, make her mine. Then protect her at any cost.

* * *

By six-forty-five, I’m a reckless blend of nerves and excitement. I climb out of the car and walk up her short, cobbled driveway. Her small Mercedes SUV is parked outside in front of her garage. Her house is a mid-sized two-story. And what I see from the outside fits her style. Neatly trimmed grass, blooming flowers.

I gave leave to my security detail for the night. And they were not happy about it. But they know I can handle myself. I want my Anushka all to myself. No intrusions, no distraction. Just me, my woman, and the long hours until morning come.

At five-to-seven, I finally raise my hand to knock on the door. But to my surprise, it opens on its own.

Ana stands in the doorway, one hand holding the wooden panel, the other at her hip.

“I was wondering how long you were gonna stay out there,” she teases. Her pretty eyes glinting with amusement. Looking good enough to eat in a black top with a v-neck goes just low enough to give a peek of her full tits. Paired with faded jeans that mold her thick thighs, and leather sandals that showcase her manicured toes. Fuck, she’s pretty. And there’s that intoxicating scent of hers. The feminine perfume mixed with her own womanly musk.

We just stand there for long seconds, smiling at each other. Ana’s gaze traveling the length of my body. Leisurely taking me in. Like she’s savoring the vision of me. From the tips of my Italian leather boots, along my dark jeans encased legs, to the cashmere sweater covering my chest. She lingers on my mouth for a beat, then her eyes come back to mine. Goddammit, this woman.

“I would invite you in but,” she marks a pause, biting on her plump bottom lip, “something tells me we won’t go anywhere if you do.

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