Glazov (Born Bratva Book 1) (14 page)

Kathleen

I spent the next couple of months readjusting to my old lifestyle. I rescheduled my hours at work in a way that was in the best interest of the baby, yet still kept us financially secure. We were going to be okay, and I was going to be a mother.

I didn’t need to wait for a sonogram to know what would happen if I had a boy. I would have to protect him even more because he was Alexander Glazov’s legacy.

There was a part of me that wanted to make Glazov suffer and having no contact with his legacy, his firstborn son, would be hell on earth for him.

I decided then and there to hurry up and get the hearing for the annulment started. For this child’s safety, he couldn’t bear his father’s name. I needed to hurry because if my pregnancy was showing, it would only complicate things legally.

I was a woman on a mission, and my business sense was coming to the forefront once again. This baby had been the best thing for me. He’d wiped any memory of his father from not only my mind, but also my heart, and I no longer hurt.

Now, my life was about preparing for the birth of my child and protecting him at all costs upon his arrival. He was an innocent victim in all of this, and I had no intentions of allowing him to suffer the fallout of other people’s mistakes or bad choices in life.

Kathleen

I was awakened by a persistent and very loud banging. I pulled myself out of my groggy, sleepy state and threw on a robe before I went to answer the door.

“What?” I growled when I saw it was Yafon.

I was letting him know he was no longer welcome on my doorstep. We didn’t need his services anymore. I wanted to cut all ties with Glazov in order to keep my baby safe. If Yafon was hanging around, it could possibly draw enemies of the Bratva. I didn’t know a lot about the logistics of the Russian mafia, but I did know that this baby was all I had, and I would do anything to protect him.

When he removed his cap and solemnly hung his head, I knew.

“No, no, no. Oh God, no!”

I would have crumpled to a heap at his feet had he not caught me. I knew my husband was dead. After that, everything was pretty much a blur, but I knew I would have to attend his funeral in Russia. When would this chaos end?

Kathleen

I sat next to Yafon on a private plane, flying out to attend my husband’s funeral. This would be my first trip to Russia, and my attitude about having Yafon around had done a complete one-eighty. I would need him not only for protection, but also to show me around a country that was foreign to me.

“Missy, you need to eat.” Yafon patted my hand as he placed a bowl of fruit in front of me that the stewardess had brought over.

The last time I was on this plane, my husband fucked me over a table. I wonder if that’s when my baby was conceived?

“Yes, Yafon,” I stated and then picked at the food just to pacify him.

I knew that I must look horrid. The constant crying had, undoubtedly, turned my nose red and made my eyes all swollen. Whether I wanted to admit it or not, I loved my husband, and I loved his baby I was carrying. When I hadn’t known what was going on, there had always been a sliver of hope to hang on to. Regardless of the fact that I had every intention of annulling our marriage, I had never wished my husband dead.

I wondered if he suffered when he died? Was he violently tortured by an enemy, or had it been a quick death? I hoped it was quick. I resisted the urge to question Yafon about the incident. I was truly scared of what he might tell me. It was hard enough accepting his death; I didn’t want the visual of my husband being tortured. I doubted Yafon would be honest with me if I asked anyway.

The captain’s voice interrupted my thoughts and announced our arrival in Moscow. I couldn’t help but wonder why they felt the need to conduct things as if we were on a commercial flight, but right now, I was ready to get off this plane and into a hot bath.

I was ushered into a mansion and shown into a master suite with instructions to use the intercom to request anything I might need. Right now, the only things I needed were a hot bath and a comfortable bed. When Yafon left the room, he turned at the door and instructed me of one more thing. He told me I was never to leave the mansion without him. I hadn’t planned on it. I had no desire to do any sightseeing in a country where my husband had committed so many heinous crimes.

I was glad to finally be left alone, and the only thing I found myself wanting was a glass of Merlot. There was no way I would ever subject my baby to that, so I immediately pushed the thought from my head.

I bathed, dragged myself from the tub, and made my way to bed. I don’t even remember my head hitting the pillow before I fell asleep.

Kathleen

“Ptichka, my little bird has flown to me. Did you come to tell me the news of my son that you carry?”

I opened my eyes, ready to shake the dream from my head, and viewed my husband bent over me instead.

“You fucking bastard! You let me believe you were dead.”

By now, he was holding me down. He, at least, had enough sense to know that if I got my hands on him, it would mean an ass whipping for him.

“Get off me! I’m leaving!”

“Like hell you are. You will never be able to leave. You are in my part of the world now! Still underestimating me, Ptichka? Do you honestly think I would let you go? Oh no, little girl, all of this has been to solidify your captivity. You have no idea how far I will go to keep you and the baby you carry. I’m well aware of your intentions to have our marriage annulled and change my son’s surname. There is nothing hidden from my all-seeing eyes. When are you going to get it? I. Own. You.”

Glazov

I threw a picture of her sonogram down onto her nude belly. “I have been keeping a heavy, protective hand over you, my little bird.”

I buried my face into her hair as I spoke, “You underestimated me, little one. You underestimated just how far I would go to keep you safe and out of trouble with law enforcement.”

I tugged at a fistful of her hair. “Don’t ever mistake my obsession with you as weakness. You will be very sorry if you do. I will stop at nothing, and I mean absolutely nothing, to keep you and to maintain my control over you. You ensured that when you married me and became pregnant with my child. Till death do us part, my love.”

“I’m not letting you touch me! You probably fucked some Russian whore while you were gone. You are not giving my baby some disease.”

“Shut your mouth, Ptichka. My cock won’t get hard for anybody else, so that is not an issue.” I licked my lips as I eyed her breasts, swollen due to her pregnancy with my namesake. He was already making his presence known. “You are beginning to show, Ptichka, and your tits are bigger.”

I tried to run my hands over my wife’s body, and I chuckled when she pulled away. My son was already beginning to make his mark on her. He is strong like his father and growing stronger inside my wife with each passing day.

“I have missed being buried deep inside you, my love. I would be willing to bet that little body of yours has missed me too.”

“I hate you, Glazov.” She sniffled and looked so much like a little girl who had been betrayed, but that had never been my intent. My goal had always been, and will always be, to keep her safe and with me. She does not realize that growing tired and bored of her will never happen. It simply isn’t possible; my obsession with her runs too deeply.

“Liar, you missed me, and you are angry that you cannot hate me.”

I ran my hands and mouth over her body, taunting her with my tongue and lips.

I held her face and pressed my mouth over hers. The passion in that kiss let me know she was mine and would always be mine. Whether we wanted to admit it or not, we were in love with one another, and nothing was ever going to change that. Even the threat of death hadn’t been able to separate us; it had only served to draw us closer together.