Arranged Bratva Love

Slavik

The dresses were normally monstrosities for the bridesmaids, but the one Aurora wore suited her. A beautiful pastel pink, and it was like the dress was designed exactly for her as the arms fell away from the shoulders, covering the upper arms and hiding her bandage. The very sight always angered me, but I’d been able to keep it in check.

I sat in one of the seats as Aurora took her place at the head altar. She didn’t look into the crowd as the bride began to make her way down.

The moment we’d arrived, there had been some kind of commotion. Aurora had been requested to go to the bride’s quarters immediately.

I didn’t get a chance to ask her what the hell was going on, but I could imagine. The younger sister didn’t want to marry Andrei. Not that I blamed any woman being forced into a marriage like this. I stood with everyone and watched as the bride made her way down the aisle. The dress looked a little on the tight side. Even with the veil across her face, I noticed her huge, bulging tits that were no doubt going to pop out if she wasn’t careful. The bouquet quivered slightly.

The man beside her looked angry.

Kind of reminded me of Aurora’s dad. The march was slow, and I didn’t know if that was the father or the bride.

Adelaide looked ready to flee.

One look at Ivan, and I saw our boss was a very happy man.

Adelaide stopped at the altar and her father lifted the veil then kissed her cheek, which looked more like a press of lips rather than an actual pucker. The fucker couldn’t even be bothered to kiss his daughter goodbye. Andrei took the hand given to him, and I watched the ceremony, not listening to a word as I watched my wife.

Aurora held some roses within her hands. She’d woken this morning feeling sick. It was only going to be a matter of time before she found out about the pregnancy. So far, there was no sign of it. No swollen stomach. No tenderness of her breasts. She’d experienced some sickness in the mornings, but I helped to convince her it related to her bullet wound.

I was a complete and total bastard.

After the way she reacted to Ivan’s confession, I didn’t want her to jump to conclusions about why I wanted to sleep with her. I should just let her believe the worst of me. Most people did, and I was a horrible person. The truth was I would do what Ivan asked me to do for the good of the Bratva. If it meant fucking her until I knocked her up, I would. There was just a blurred line on exactly how I’d go about it.

I liked Aurora. I truly believed it was more than liking her.

In the most inconvenient times, I found myself thinking about her, curious what she was doing and wanting to be with her. I enjoyed her smile. The laughter she’d often allow to spill from her lips when she found something so funny. I liked how sweet she was. Even at the fight, surrounded by people not from our world, and yet she’d been the only person to scream for mercy.

Everything about her called to me, and I had no fucking clue how to turn this off. It couldn’t be love. I was incapable of loving anyone, but Aurora, damn it. She made this hard for me.

The ceremony came to an end with a kiss.

Andrei didn’t seem to mind his bride had changed at the last minute. In the way he held Adelaide and kissed her. I hadn’t given Aurora the kiss.

She’d been a laughing stock at her wedding and at the time, I hadn’t cared.

Like everyone else, I stood and clapped.

My woman finally looked at me, and there was a smile. Not one that lit up her face, but a sadness.

When people started to move, Aurora came to me. There, surrounded by people, I cupped her face and kissed her, how I should have done the day of our wedding.

I finished the kiss off with a quick peck to the lips, and when I pulled back, Aurora’s eyes were closed.

Slowly, they opened, and I saw the flush working its way up her body. “What was that for?” she asked.

“Because I wanted to, and I didn’t want to go another second without kissing those lips.” I stroked my thumb across it.

“What a way to take the spotlight away from the scared little bride,” Ivan said.

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“They’re gone,” Ivan said. He put his hand on Aurora’s shoulder with a smile. “I’m glad to see you’re not dead.”

I wanted to tear his fucking arm off for touching what was mine.

Aurora smiled. “Thank you.”

Ivan walked off. Conversation terminated.

“That’s good, right? He’s pleased I’m not dead? I should worry if he wanted me dead?”

I laughed and kissed the top of her head. “Come on. Let’s get out of here.”

I’d hoped to steal my wife away to have some alone time. No such luck. The bride rushed over to us and took Aurora’s hand. She didn’t look my way, and my wife went, holding on to my hand in a final attempt to keep me.

The bride wrapped her arms around Aurora for some of the pictures. The bride looked to be falling apart, and my wife comforted her.

I glanced at the bridesmaids and spotted Bethany away from the small group, looking spitefully at her sister.

I didn’t care as I returned my gaze to my woman.

“What do you know?” Ivan asked, coming to join me again.

“It was sloppy,” I said, immediately talking about my wife’s attack. We hadn’t gotten a chance to talk as Aurora’s father had been furious to learn she’d been shot. Not enough to come and visit her. He’d made his displeasure known to Ivan. There had even been talk of Aurora going home so they could protect her. The family couldn’t even stand her and treated her like shit, but the insult was there. They’d still protect family better than us we could. There was no way I’d let my wife go back to her family.

She belonged to me. No one else. I would never allow her to go.

“How sloppy?”

“Whoever hired them was not used to doing so, or they wanted it to appear so.”

“Any hunches?”

“One and you’re not going to like it.”

I turned to Ivan and gave him the name, and he instantly shook his head. “You’re wrong.”

“Look at the facts and you tell me that I’m wrong,” I said. “Do you think I haven’t tried to find an ulterior motive? Or one of our enemies? This is the only one that makes sense and you know it.”

“Before you act, find out more.”

“You know I’ve got physical evidence,” I said. My suspicions had been raised several times, but this was the first where I knew what I was talking about.

The pictures were finished even as the bride tried to get everyone to stay. Aurora held Adelaide’s hands and began to talk to her. I saw the bride begin to calm, and when Andrei approached, she went with him.

“Time for the real party to start,” Ivan said. “Tell your wife I want her to save me a dance.”

“Not happening,” I said.

“I’m the boss.”

“And she’s my wife.”

“Ah, but she wouldn’t be your wife without me. So, I get a dance.” Ivan slapped me on the back.

Not if I took all of her dances.

Aurora rushed over to me, and in front of everyone, she hugged me. “Please tell me Andrei is a good guy and won’t beat her?”

“What’s going on?”

Aurora blew out a breath. “When I arrived, Adelaide was having a panic attack. Bethany had said something to her, and with the dress, she’d snapped. The dress had been altered at the shop, but someone mysteriously brought the wrong size here. I imagine that was Bethany. She’s been spiteful since the moment I arrived, and I bet even before then too.” She blew out a breath and glanced back.

The bridesmaids were all getting into the back of the car, and I took Aurora’s arm, leading her away from the nonsense. I agreed to my wife being part of the wedding party, but not leaving my side.

After she was shot at, I vowed to do better to protect her, and not because of her family.

“I talked her out of her panic attack. Convinced her that marriage is not so bad.” She took my hands.

“How?”

“I told her that … I was petrified on my wedding night, and I got through it.” She smiled up at me. “That I survived and I live to tell the tale. I also mentioned my husband isn’t so bad either.”

I kissed her knuckles. “We’ve got to get to that party.”

“Yes. Adelaide could have a massive freak-out, and I don’t want her to get hurt.”

This was just another part of my wife I fucking loved.

I stopped.

Hell, no.

I didn’t do love.

I liked my wife.

Liked.

Not loved.

“Is everything okay?” Aurora asked.

I cupped her face and kissed her hard. She touched my face, kissing me back and pressing her whole body against me.

“Not that I mind you kissing me, but do you want to tell me what the occasion is for?”

“Making up for lost time.”

She giggled. “I like it.”

I kissed her again, sliding my tongue into her mouth and reaching down to cup her ass. Let people see. I didn’t care. This was my woman.

A car horn filled the air, and I broke the kiss to glance over Aurora’s shoulder to see Ivan standing next to a car.

“Come on, I want a drink. Time to go and party,” he said.

Damn. I forgot we were sharing a car with Ivan. Taking my wife’s hand, I walked toward the car. Ivan had already climbed in, and I allowed Aurora to get in next. I closed the door and glanced at Ivan.

“This is cozy,” he said.

I didn’t want him anywhere near my wife.

The car pulled away from the curb as Aurora snuggled against me. I wrapped my arm around her shoulders, and Ivan smiled wide.

“Good to see you two are getting along so well.”

I was tempted to give him the bird, but instead, I kissed my wife’s head. Ivan was still my boss. Best friends we may be, and we’d defied the odds of the Bratva, but I knew if he felt he needed to, he’d take me out in a heartbeat.

My loyalty was to him, and if he thought for a second it was swayed, he’d take Aurora away from me. That, I couldn’t allow.