Sasha: Chapter 60

She was out like a light.

I smoothed a stray strand of Branka’s hair off her face.

She was hugging my chest, the soft curves of her body pressed against me. Her ass was bare and marked by me. I fucking love seeing my marks on her. She was all mine. She chose this, me, willingly.

A contented sigh spilled from her lips and she pushed into my touch.

It was strange how ghosts that kept hold of me for decades have lost their power overnight. With Branka, I felt like I belonged. She was the first woman to speak to my soul and became an indispensable part of me.

She made me so fucking proud. And so happy. My perfect match. My little tigress. Taming her has been the biggest challenge. She didn’t bend to my will but she was the only woman fit to be my other half. My queen.

She might be submissive under my touch, but outside the bedroom she was her own woman. One day, she’d rip the world a new one.

But before that, I’d have to call her brother. I glanced at the clock. I guess there’s no time like the present. I’d never be the one to avoid problems but Alessio was one problem I’d like to avoid. Killian… well, if he pissed me off, I’d just shoot him. I couldn’t apply the same rule to Branka’s brother because she loved him.

Goddamn it. The irrational part of me wanted all her love. I was selfish when it came to Branka Russo and the feeling wasn’t easing. In fact, it grew with each second around her.

I reached for my phone, resting on the nightstand. I had another one for Branka, set up and ready to go, buried in the drawer. I was surprised she didn’t find it, but then we kept each other busy in our bedroom.

Getting out of bed, careful not to wake her up, I pulled my pants on and headed to the adjoining room that was sometimes used as an office. I dialed up Alessio and waited, each ringtone pulling on the tension in my shoulders.

“You Russian motherfucker,” was the greeting I got from my future brother-in-law. “When I get my hands on you, I’m going to wring your neck and watch life leave your eyes.”

“I didn’t realize you loved me so much,” I retorted dryly.

“I hate your fucking guts,” he hissed. “My wife told me everything.”

“I doubt it was everything,” I pointed out in a bored tone. “She wouldn’t share our history with you.”

Okay, egging on my brother-in-law wasn’t smart, but then I never claimed to be.

“You have no history with my wife. And yes, she told me how you came to collect your debt.”

It turned out Autumn had an honest relationship with her husband. Thank fuck she held off on sharing that information until I already had Branka in my clutches. Otherwise, Alessio would have surrounded her with men I would have had to kill.

“That’s in the past,” I told him calmly. “Now, let’s talk about our future.”

“Are you fucking mental?” Okay, my brother-in-law had a temper when it came to his family. Duly noted. “There is no ‘our’ future. If you don’t deliver my sister to me safe and sound, you won’t have any future except six feet under.”

I heard a soft female voice and recognized it as his wife’s. She was probably trying to calm him down. Smart woman! The best case scenario would be we kill each other, but more likely, I killed him and made her a widow. Of course, my kotyonok would never forgive me for that.

“Branka and I want to talk to you,” I continued like he hadn’t just threatened me. “The two of us will marry.”

“She’s marrying Killian.”

“She will never marry that fucker.” My tone was calm, but internally, I was a second away from reaching through the fucking phone and killing him. I’d have to talk to Branka about leeway with her brother. I should at least be able to injure him.

“It. Is. Not. Up. To. You.” He growled. “Are you fucking stupid or is forcing yourself on women your kink?”

I clenched my teeth, my jaw hurting from the force of it. Fuck, I might have even cracked a molar. Then his words registered and a thought snuck into my mind.

Got you fucker!

“You want her to choose, right?” I asked her brother.

“Yes,” he gritted. “I want her to be happy. She deserves that.”

I grinned. “Agreed. Now let’s meet.”

“I’m in Russia,” he grumbled. “Give me the time and place.”

Sneaky motherfucker. I should have known he wasn’t sitting at home. He was as relentless as the rest of us when we hunted.

“Only if you bring your lovely wife and son,” I deadpanned, certain I was pissing him off even more.

“Don’t push my buttons,” he said, his voice cold.

“Pushing your buttons would be me kidnapping your wife and son so Branka wouldn’t feel lonely,” I told him calmly. “I’m giving you an option to bring them. If you refuse, I will kidnap them.”

“Why?” he questioned.

I chuckled. “Branka is missing them so let them talk, while you and I talk.”

Silence followed. “You’re bringing her along?”

My lips curved up. I certainly wouldn’t leave her behind.

“Yes.”