Chicago Bratva 09: The Player by Renee Rose

Author:Renee Rose [Rose, Renee]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Burning Desires
Published: 2022-05-23T14:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER 9

Flynn

I wake to a loud, insistent banging on my door.

“Fuck,” I groan, rolling out of bed.

Nadia sits up looking spectacularly tumbled. Her copper-lit hair falls in her face, her cheeks are still flushed with sleep. She gets up and pads to the bathroom.

I want to kill whoever the fuck is at my door.

Especially because Nadia woke up with a nightmare during the night and could use all the extra sleep she could get.

Having Nadia sleep in my bed last night gave me a new purpose in life: Nadia.

I’m serious.

It’s like until this moment, I’ve just been drifting along. I was available to prop up my mom. I was a warm body in the band. But it’s like something in me just woke up. Or activated.

Some essential coding within me got turned on.

But to say my new purpose is Nadia isn’t quite right. It’s more like I was the lock and Nadia was the key. Now that she’s turned me on, I’m available for myself, too.

I’m willing to put some effort into my life.

I suddenly see my past self so clearly–who I was and who I was unwilling to be.

And this is the real me–the person I was previously unwilling to be.

I know it sounds like I’m on a mushroom trip right now, but I’m not. I’ve never felt more sober or enlightened in my life. That’s the other thing–I now see how my desire to party was a numbing mechanism. I used sex and drugs and alcohol to keep me from being my true self.

This man.

Because I’m capable of so much more, and I didn’t want to try. To be it.

I was afraid of failing, I think.

But for Nadia, I would totally try.

Anything at all.

I hop on one foot as I pull on my boxer briefs. “Hang on.” I call to Nadia in the bathroom, “I’ll get rid of them. I’m sorry.”

The thumping keeps pounding on the door. I close the bedroom door to give Nadia privacy and stomp to the front door. “What the fuck is your–” the word problem dies on my lips as Adrian pushes me aside to enter my apartment. Kat follows behind him, throwing me an apologetic look.

“Did you come to beat on me again?”

“Where is she?”

The toilet flushes, making the answer to his question obvious.

“Are you out of your fucking mind? Nadia is fine. She doesn’t need you to rescue her from me.”

Nadia emerges from my bedroom wearing–oh God, she looks glorious!–one of my t-shirts. The vintage Ramones shirt hits her mid-thigh and makes her look good enough to eat.

“Adrian, what are you doing here?” She shoves her hair out of her face. Her voice is still laced with sleep, and I revel in the fact that she sounds happy. Like she just had the best night’s rest.

Adrian narrows his eyes at her. “Why the fuck haven’t you answered my texts?”

“Um, I think that’s kind of obvious, Adrian,” Kat says. To me and Nadia, she says, “We’re sorry. We didn’t mean to interrupt.”

“How did you even find this place?” Nadia asks.

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