Sinful Bride (Chekhov Bratva Book 2) by Naomi West

Author:Naomi West [West, Naomi]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2024-07-03T00:00:00+00:00

“We’re just going to go through the basics today.” Sofi adjusts the strap on her shoulder with a sigh. “I’m still not looking forward to Big Brother’s Big Blowup, but hey, girl power and all that.”

“Don’t worry. I’ll handle Pasha.” I glance over at the front doors to the gym and notice a keypad. “Shit, I didn’t think about getting in. Do I need to buy a membership?”

She looks at me and busts out laughing. “Girl. You’re Mrs. Chekhov. You own the place.”

“I do?”

“Well, your husband does. Anyways, yeah, most people do need a membership. Your face is your reference check, though. That and the asteroid on your ring finger.”

We climb the few low stairs leading to the main door when she stops, scowls, and grumbles something in Russian under her breath.

I start to turn around to see what she’s glaring at, but she rests a hand on my arm.

“Don’t look,” she says through gritted teeth and a fake smile. “It’s the feds. We’re being followed.”

My stomach drops. “Again?”

“They must have figured out this is Chekhov property. Glupyye sukiny deti.” She sighs and rubs the inner corner of her eye. It takes a second for me to realize she’s doing it with her middle finger. “Can’t a girl throw some weights? Damn.”

The door to the gym opens for a sweaty guy sauntering out, so we take that opportunity to slip inside.

The sign inside the door advertising personal training services makes me laugh. I think I’ll be skipping that particular offering. Pasha would blow a gasket over some random beefcake spotting my hip thrusts.

“Like I said,” Sofi reminds me in the locker room, “we’re going easy today. No showing off, no trying to prove a point. The only thing you need to prove is to yourself. And that’s if your body is ready.”

I frown. “Why wouldn’t my body be ready?”

“Childbirth is a bitch, man. I know it’s been a couple of months now, but those pelvic floor muscles are no joke.”

“Hey. As long as it gets rid of this pooch, I don’t care what we do.”

She drapes her arm around my shoulders and leads me out onto the main floor. “Glad to hear it. Let’s see how long you’ll still feel this way.”

I think Sofi’s certain her methods will scare me away. Maybe they’re meant to; she was pretty adamant about not going behind her brother’s back.

But I’m just as stubborn as he is.

I’m not backing down on either front.

She keeps her promise in terms of going easy. Sort of. We start out on the treadmills. Every so often, she reaches over to increase the incline and bump up the speed. “Keep your breath steady. In through the nose, out through the mouth.”

“While running up a mountain?” I wheeze.

“A slight incline. But also, yes.”

Shit. I am way out of shape.

A familiar face beams at us from across the room—and I’m suddenly filled with the wind and energy to not completely wipe out in front of Asya’s boyfriend.

Arlo strides over to us, towel draped over one shoulder and a water bottle in his other hand.

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