Bratva Beast: A Dark Romance

At random times, during strange moments. I made some tea and felt the sudden urge to cry for no reason. I took a shower and thought of my dad singing Frank Sinatra at the top of his lungs while Connor and I stood outside the bathroom door and laughed.

Now he was gone.

Nobody would mourn him. I knew it, and that only made it worse. There wouldn’t be anyone in the family that gave a damn he was dead. It was only me, all me.

I didn’t know how Connor would take it, but I had a feeling it would break him even more than he was already broken.

My poor baby brother. He didn’t deserve any of this.

“I was thinking, maybe we could go check on Tully.” I said it casually the next night while boiling water for pasta.

Mack had a sauce going, a few cans of good tomatoes, a little salt, a little pepper, some garlic and onions, some toasted red pepper flakes, a little red wine, a little balsamic, and bam, the house smelled divine.

“What do you need to do that for?”

“He was sort of a wreck the last time I saw him.”

“I’m not sure how that matters.”

“Come on. He’s a good kid. I just want to make sure he’s not hurt.”

Mack grunted and stirred the sauce. He frowned then reached out and tugged me against his chest. I tilted my chin up and accepted a little kiss on the tip of my nose, then the point of my cheekbone, then both of my eyelids.

Sometimes he could be so tender, it broke my heart and made me giddy for more.

“You’re a good kid.”

“I know that. I’m a little angel.”

“I wouldn’t go that far.” He kissed my neck. “Angels don’t let killers slide a tongue along their clit.”

“You don’t know that. Angels might be very progressive.”

He chuckled darkly. “I have a feeling the filthy things you let me do to you disqualifies you from angel status. Maybe you’re more like a devil.”

“What are those she-devil things called? Succubi?”

“That’s right, you seduce men then eat their soul.”

“Pretty much. Does that mean you’re my prey?”

He grumbled again and smiled against my lips. “Sorry, darling. I’m too much a predator to fall for that.”

“Don’t pretend. You’re a big softie.” I patted his cheek then pushed him away. “I’m not saying we need to go up and talk to Tully, but maybe we can drive past his house? I just want to make sure he’s okay.”

“Why are you so insistent about this?”

“I feel bad.” I stared down at the pasta as it rolled along in the boiling water. “We stole his phone and stole information in his name. If the uncles figured out what we did, they’ll kill him.”

“Your family would kill someone for something so small?”

“It’s not small and you know it.”

He grunted his assent. “All right, say we did that, say we drove past his house. Would you be satisfied?”

I considered for a moment, stirring. “No, I wouldn’t.”

“I didn’t think so. The answer’s no, princess.”

“I’m honestly shocked right now. I thought you’d do anything I asked.”

“Within reason.” He moved closer again, wrapping his arms around me from behind. I felt taken, controlled. Like a big, strong man-blanket was wrapped around my body.

Strangely comforted by the killer.

“This is reasonable. I know where he hangs out. I can find him.”

“Fiona—”

“Please,” I said, turning to face him. I touched his face gently, got on my toes, kissed his lips.

He responded hungrily, fisting my hair and pinning my lips against his. I sucked in a breath through my nose and let out a little squeal of delight as he cupped my ass with his other massive palm.

“You’re a real pain, you know that?”

“Oh, you’re giving in. I can taste it already.”

“That’s not what you taste.”

“Yeah? I’m pretty sure that’s the sweet, sweet liquor of you giving me exactly what you want.”

“Actually, that’s the taste of me bending you over the bed, spanking your ass until it’s red and raw, then fucking you wildly until that tight, wet cunt clenches down around my thick cock, and you throw your head back as you mindlessly come all down my shaft.”

“But you still give me what I want.” I bit his lower lip. “Skip the dramatics.”

“I’m not dramatic.”

“You’re a little drama boy.”

He pulled me from the stove and I screamed with laughter as he turned me around, pinned me against the counter, and ripped my shorts down. I gasped, biting down onto my wrist as he whacked my ass so fast and hard that I barely felt it at first—until the sting set in.

“Oh, fuck, god damn,” I gasped, wiggling my hips, but he kept me pinned. I felt a strange sudden piercing desire run through my core.

“I’ll take you to see him, but I’m coming with you the whole time. Do you understand? We’re so close to everything falling apart and I won’t risk you, not now.”