Disbelief (Smirnov Bratva Book 2)
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She walks out with nothing on, throwing her dress to the ground. Oh, and she’s also extremely moody, which I secretly love.
“Nothing fits me!”
I don’t say a word, last time I did, I had a shoe thrown at my head. Her hands go up in the air before she walks back into the closet. I sit and wait on the bed for her, this time when she emerges she has on a dress that clings to her body. Her belly pokes out, and her tits are on full display.
“Don’t you dare say a word, this is all that fits.”
“I wasn’t going to,” I say standing and moving to her. Things have been better. She made a deal with me—I had to build a door to the basement coming in from outside of the house. She didn’t want the bodies brought in through our front doorway anymore. I agreed, and now she’s asked me to only work when she sleeps. Which I’ve also agreed to, especially since she sleeps so much.
She doesn’t want me down there when she’s here. Pollie wants me to choose life over death. I’ve been trying. The itch to cut and get lost in it all is becoming easier. Especially now that she is here. She knows when I want to get lost—she removes her clothes and places her hands on her body. At Kazier’s wedding, which was only a few weeks ago—happening in complete secret this time, so no one was shot—I couldn’t handle the happiness. The fullness of it invading me. She pulled me to the bathroom as my fists tightened, backed me into the wall, then slid her shirt off placing my hands on her skin. It’s an instant relaxation. She is it. Those moments when the only time I could calm down was to lose myself in the basement have lessened, and now all I want to do is lose myself in her. Belly and all.
“Am I fat? Tell me now?” Her hands go to her hips.
I stand and remove them, kissing her breasts, her very high and exposed breasts.
“No, you’re stunning.”
She smirks up at me. “You just want sex tonight. You don’t have to sweet talk me for that, you know that’s a given.” She smiles as she walks off. Every night, sometimes twice a day, she crawls onto my lap pulling my cock free. I hope it’s not just the hormones, I hope it stays like that even after the pregnancy. Otherwise, she will stay pregnant the rest of her life.
“We’re going to be late,” I tell her.
She walks in carrying a pair of shoes, a bag in her hand. “Come on then.” She waves her hands around.
Tonight Kazier’s father is throwing a party. He does this often to keep up reputation. He’s in politics now. Lord knows who voted that man in. He would slice all their throats while reading them a bedtime story.
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“It sounds busy,” Pollie says with her hand through mine as we walk the stairs of the mansion. A doorman greets us with a glass of champagne. I take it sipping as we enter. I find Kazier in his usual spot, no Elina. She isn’t allowed to come to these gatherings. She is, after all, the family’s enemy. And every time he has to come, he looks about ready to kill someone. Freya, Viktor, and Anton all sit near him at the table. His hands start tapping on the glass in front of him. He’s now agitated.
“Holy shit, Polls. Look at that belly… and tits,” Anton says.
I throw my glass straight at his head, he dodges and shrugs his shoulders.
“You told me I wasn’t fat?” she hisses leaning up to me.
I lean down to her. “You aren’t.”
“Oh yeah… you fat. You got a fat ass, all right.”
Pollie’s mouth drops open at Anton’s comment, and Freya smacks him hard across the back of the head.
“You look beautiful, Pollie, Anton’s just jealous is all.”
I pull the nearest seat out for her to sit on. She kicks her heels off under the table as soon as she sits. Kazier continues to tap the glass, not even acknowledging his father when he walks in and addresses him.
“Kazier…” he says louder. I bang my knee to his since I’m the closest, and he looks up at his father with cold eyes.
“Have you told him yet?”
His eyes move away from his father’s, then he looks over to Viktor. He raises his glass in the air. “You’re marrying Freya next week. Congratulations.”
Viktor’s mouth drops open, he looks at Kazier, gauging to see if it’s the truth. When not another word leaves his mouth, he stands throwing the seat back as he does. Freya sits in her spot, not moving, her eyes on her hands.
“This is a joke, right?” Viktor looks around to all of us ascertaining our reactions.
Anton is actually quiet for the first time.
“You all knew, didn’t you?” he accuses. His fists clench, then unclench. His nostrils flare.
“You fuck,” Freya screams, throwing a plate from the table at him. It misses his head, and before she can say anything else, she runs from the room.
“You can’t choose who I marry,” Viktor says to Kazier and his father, anger still etched all over his face.
“We can, and we did!” Kazier’s father speaks.
Viktor ignores him and looks down to Kazier, who hasn’t spoken.
“Look at me,” Viktor snaps. Kazier’s eyes look up to meet Viktor’s. “You can’t make me marry her.”
Kazier slams his glass onto the table, smashing it with his hands. I can see the blood that forms around his fingertips. As it drips down, he sits there watching it, clenching his hands to bring more blood to the surface. He stands, his hand landing on the table, blood smearing as he does. Pollie squeezes my leg under the table, and I squeeze hers back.
“Don’t for one second deny you have feelings for her. She is still to be married. Would you have preferred I marry her to Anton? Death perhaps?”
Pollie’s nails dig in deeper. I haven’t told anyone we’re getting married. There hasn’t been any need to. They’ll know once it’s done. I won’t risk her life by telling people. I explained this to her, and she understands since she saw what happened at Elina’s and Kazier’s first wedding.
“Fuck off! Don’t bring me into this,” Anton complains. He actually looks angry. Is it for Viktor? I don’t know.
“Does she not have a say in this?”
Kazier’s head drops. I turn to look for his father and see he’s already left, leaving his son to clean the mess like always.
“No. No, she doesn’t. Her father approves, and this is to happen. He will not be happy if another one is canceled.”
“So I’m it then?” Viktor states, glaring at him now.
“You are, and be fucking happy. I know you want to fuck her.”
“I don’t want marriage… ever,” Viktor screams.
Kazier salutes him as he walks to the door. “Too fucking bad,” is all he replies before he disappears.
I grab Pollie’s hand to help her stand. Clinging to me she doesn’t say a word as we walk out the door. When we reach the car, she hugs me tight.
“I love you, Dmitry,” she whispers into my battered soul. Pulling her half out whenever she’s near, stealing it with just one breath.
I take a deep breath, feeling it, feeling her. “I too, Pollie, I too.”
She giggles knowing I hate the “L” word.
“I know.” She leans up, planting a kiss on my cheek.
THE END
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