Chapter Twenty-Eight: Andrei

Shit. I’ve got to hurry otherwise I’m going to be late, and this isn’t something I can miss. “Makar, I can’t stay for the chit-chat. I’m going to meet you there. I’m going to let you wrap this up,” I tell him tersely, his face confused.

“But, Boss—” Makar objects, my eyes flickering in annoyance at him.

“But nothing. You know what the deal-breakers are, close it, and then you need to be across the city in the next twenty minutes. Precautions,” I add in the break of a long-winded and unnecessary meeting.

“Alright. Alright. Done. Be there when I can.”

Slapping him on the back, I breeze out the door into the elevator, perspiration on my forehead. I can’t be late. I let the fresh Chicago wind hit me as I walk out from our Bratva headquarters in Chicago and straight into the idling black town car.

“Daddy, daddy! Are we going to see Mommy?” Anya asks, climbing from our nanny’s lap over to mine. Stroking her strawberry blonde hair, she jumps into my lap, but I set her down beside me, buckling up her seat belt as the driver stares in the rear-view mirror expectantly.

“Drive fast. We’re already late, and that’s my fault. If you know a back way, use it,” I direct, exhaling loudly. It’s been three and half years since the birth of Anya, and she’s only becoming more of a little heartbreaker every day.

She inherited Sophia’s ginger hair for the most part—the strawberry blonde part must have come from further back in the Utkin bloodline. Some of us have blond hair, and others of have jet-black hair. She’s long and looking to be lanky, and with the bright dazzling emerald eyes, she could probably model. I’ve spent many nights arguing with Sophia that no man can touch her, and she’s always laughed, thinking it to be a funny joke, but for me—I’m serious. If anyone were to harm her, I would do worse than pull their nailbeds apart like I did Ryan. No, I would cut their eyeballs out of their sockets and—

“Daddy, Daddy! We’re going to see Mommy!”

Pinching her cheeks lightly, she swats me away playfully, showing me her full row of teeth. “Oh yes we are. Do you know what Mommy’s doing today? I ask as the driver skirts around Chicago traffic finding the gaps to get us to the Chicago School of Law faster.

Anya shakes her long, straight hair wildly, leaning onto my chest. “Yes! She’s going to school like me. Except I go to school on the yellow bus. Mommy goes in a car.” Grinning at her, I tilt my head, making a seesaw with my hand.

“Close. You’ll see what she’s doing when we get there.” And get there we do, right on time as I take Anya’s hand and jog to the auditorium, looking for the signs for graduation. A woman with glasses and books smiles at us as we run through the hall, using the arrows as a guides.

“You’re going in the right direction. It’s okay they haven’t started yet, but they’re about to close the doors in the next two minutes.”

“Thank you,” I rush out as I follow the crowd leading into the auditorium, calming down and locating a good seat so I can see Sophia. We end up in the second row and I strain to see where she is.

“There’s Mommy!” Anya calls out as I pick her up and she points to the stage. It must be a special radar that mothers have, because she turns as soon as she hears her daughter’s voice and waves to us both. Pride swells inside me seeing Sophia on stage in her cap and gown, ready to graduate law school. I didn’t want her to give up her hopes and dreams, but she assured me Anya was part of her dream in life. When she slept and during the breaks, Sophia studied.

Blowing her a kiss, we sit and wait as the door closes to the auditorium and the hall falls quiet as the dean addresses the crowd. “Thank you for coming today. You are all here because you have some connection to our latest round of law students on the stage. These students have now gained their wings. They are the next heroes of Chicago and beyond.”

The speeches continue and I grow impatient as I observe students one-by-one receiving their law degrees. Sophia reaches the podium soon enough, the degree given to her, and she ends up making a speech, given that she’s one of the top-scoring students. Wow. And this woman is all mine. She’s been through so much, and there she stands like the bright star of our family that she is.

Anya doesn’t know much other than Mommy received a piece of paper and is speaking on stage, but it’s much more than that, and I’m lucky she’s my wife.

Later, after all the congratulations, I meet her, giving her a big kiss. “Congratulations. I’m proud of you. You looked good in the spotlight,” I praise, but her face lights up the most when she’s Anya, and it’s one of the reasons I love her the most. Anya stretches out her arms, wrapping her limbs around her mother.

“Thank you. I’m so happy you’re here. Phew! Finally, I got the degree.”

“I knew you would, but I can hold Anya if you want to mingle a little. It’s your moment.”

Sophia shakes her head, kissing Anya’s face. “No, it’s fine. Being a mother is my priority.”

“Mommy, I’m proud of you. You were on the stage. I saw you!” she says exuberantly.

We laugh at Anya, our bundle of joy as I stroke her hair. “Yep. That was me.”

“Now. I can hire you to be a Bratva lawyer,” I tease with a wink. Sophia chuckles shaking her head.

“No. I’m not joining you. I’m going to follow my own path to being a defense attorney.”

“Huh.” I shrug, knowing how deep our love runs, and being sure of it. “You can do that but know that I will always have eyes on you.” I might say it in a joking manner, but I mean every word as I grin back at her.

Sophia sighs, kissing Anya on the temple. “Ah, your father.” She rolls her eyes playfully. We hang around for a little while longer, observing Sophia revel in her moment. She deserves the world, and if I can give it to her, I will. Now, more than having a purpose in the Bratva, I’ve got a purpose as a father. Sophia doesn’t know yet, but there’s going to be a full brigade of Utkins carrying on our legacy running around. That can be my own secret wish for now.

Later, as the day transitions to night and we’ve celebrated with dinner and wine, Sophia is in the other room, and I use the time to head into the kitchen to grab water from the fridge. Pouring the water into a tumbler, I take a large refreshing gulp.

“Ahh, that’s better.” Closing the refrigerator door, the perfect present stands behind it in a black teddy. Automatically, my cock stands to command as a sultry and playful Sophia stands there, her ginger locks cascading around her face.

“Fuck.” Floored by her entrance and all the curves on display, I gulp hard, Sophia’s eyes sparkling.

“That’s what I’d like to do,” she replies seductively, her eyebrows hitching up.

“I think I can arrange that,” I reply huskily, realizing she must have put Anya to sleep in her room already. The night is ours. How about you on our coffee table and me making you moan?” I rasp, yanking her in towards me, the rush of our hearts pounding like a rough sea against the rocks. Nibbling at her ear, she offers me the slender length of her neck with a warm giggle.

“How about it’s my night, and you do what I say tonight?” she challenges as I growl.

“Yes, please. Tell me what you want, Sophia. You should do this more often,” I reply, slapping her bare ass, not realizing, it’s a black teddy with a G-string. My eyes darken, my cock aching to be inside her. “Turn around,” I say gruffly as she turns her ripe ass on display. I dip to kiss one cheek, thanking the Russian gods. “Oh yes.” Standing up, Sophia takes my hand, leading us into the bedroom.

Our lips finally touch in a delicate brush, as I suck on her top lip, her arms slinking around my neck. We fit together so perfectly, a thick blaze of heat scorching through the bedroom. Sophia surprises me by breaking into a fit of giggles.

“What?” I say in amusement, licking her neck.

“Remember when I wore pajamas on our first night of marriage?”

Laughing with her, I squeeze her ass, thrusting into her as we stand near the bed.

“Yes. How could I forget, but do you remember how it ended,” I reply hoarsely, finding it hard to control myself.

“Yes, I do,” she replies breathily as she raises her arms to slide into the thickness of my tousled locks. “I want to end it like that tonight.”

“We can do whatever you want.”

“I wanna ride you,” she state without hesitation. “Strip,” she commands bossily as I lick out my tongue unzipping my jeans, burning up inside with desire.

“Uh-huh. It’s all yours anyway, Sophia.”

“My God,” she mumbles, clothes start peeling off, until I’m naked and on the bed waiting for her to straddle me, still in her teddy.

“Climb on board.” I smirk, my cock standing thick, hard, and erect waiting for her pussy. Sophia licks her lips, staring at my cock, her wanton wild side coming out. Her leg falls over mine as she drops into position, sliding her teddy to one side, my cock entering her pussy already soaking wet. Dragging her forward, she whimpers once my tip enters and I cup her ass, and she places her hands on the headboard for leverage. I let her take control of the pace, guiding myself in and out, biting her open neck. She rides in rhythm, sweat glistening on her skin.

“Andrei,” she grits out, her pace changing as I thumb her clit wanting to give her double the sensation.

“Yes, that’s it. Take it. Take it,” I groan, her mussed-up hair in my face. I use controlled aggression slapping her ass, liking her newfound confidence in the bedroom. “Want some more?” I slap, teasing her as I feel myself hardening the quicker the friction.

“Again!” she whispers in command as we create our own little bedroom game, the sweet sting vibrating through her, until she can’t hold in the breaking orgasm. She shakes, her hands slipping free of the headboard while I pump faster, our lovemaking becoming more primal and rawer. I grunt in concentration until I grow rigid and tight inside her, eventually releasing, then relaxing my grip as I kiss her swollen lips. She sighs, falling back, and putting her feet up near the headboard. I take one of her toes in my mouth, sucking as she comes down.

“There you go. You can have this cock anytime you want. I’m yours and you’re mine,” I groan out gruffly.

She pants, winking at me. “Oh, we’re not done. I hope you have the stamina to keep up, Mr. Utkin.”

I pull her teddy to the side, sliding in a digit. “Oh, I’ve got all the stamina, Mrs. Utkin. Careful, this is how we made the first baby,” I tease as she cocks her head, and I run a trail of kisses along her calf.

“I’m not opposed to the idea.” And that’s when I take the pace a little slower, happy to ring in the celebration of our lives together and forever. Both of us have suffered losses, but together we’ve created a new life, and now I understand why my cousin Ruslan is so content. There’s something to this married life thing.

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THE END

The next part in this series is “Kidnapped Bratva Virgin”.

Kidnapped Bratva Virgin

The Bratva King took me, forced me into marriage, and now I’m carrying his child.

I thought I was outsmarting Roman Tarasov—a much older, cold-blooded Bratva boss with blood on his hands.

But one reckless night, and now I’m bound to him by more than a ring.

My plan for revenge crumbled the moment I found out I was carrying his heir, a secret I can’t keep hidden for long.

When he finds out, he’ll make me pay—one way or another.

I try to resist him, to fight his control, but Roman doesn’t accept defiance.

He watches my every move, making me surrender until there’s nothing left but him.

My freedom is gone, my body’s not my own, and his ruthless touch is as brutal as it is intoxicating, leaving me powerless and aching for more.

Each day, his possessive hold tightens.

Every night, his dark, protective gaze tells me that I’m his forever—even if I don’t want to be.

And with my growing belly, there’s no escaping the Bratva’s claim.

I wanted revenge, but now I’m left wondering if he’ll ever let me go.

Will I survive this merciless man, or am I doomed to be his until the end?

In Chicago the Utkin Bratva is the law on the street. These Russian mobsters are cold, ruthless, and dangerous, taking what they want without apology. If they choose you, you can’t run or hide because you’ll be claimed, pleasured and protected for life.