Page 29 of Baby for the Bratva King

Saskia stares at me, wide-eyed, letting that sentence linger for a while.

“Tell me, sweetheart,” I continue. “How do you have fun? What do you do in your spare time?”

“I dance and spend time with my sister.”

“What else?”

“Like I said, my life is simple, and I would like it to stay that way.”

I grind my jaw. Unfortunately, I may have dragged her into complicated last night when I took her off stage.

When you fuck up, other people tend to pay the price.

“Simple is easier,” I say, agreeing with her. “There tends to be less casualties."

“Yeah,” she says, her eyes ablaze in the mid-morning light.

“Sometimes, I like to tune out the world and forget it exists,” I say, placing the blindfold on the bed. “Let me know if you ever want me to turn the lights out for you.”

7

FELIX

I scroll on my phone later that evening in bed, keeping up to date with the media. Gabriel says I need to keep on top of everything, so I know what people are saying.

Quite frankly, I couldn’t give a fuck.

And then I see an action shot of me lifting Saskia into the air, her ass center frame, and I lose my shit.

I click off my phone, abandoning it on the nightstand. The leather blindfold grabs my attention. Saskia would look incredible wearing it. I could slide my cock into her mouth, see how much of me she can take. She has a big mouth, always in denial. I’d like to see her denying my cock when I present it in front of her.

She couldn’t resist last time.

I take my cock out of my pants, massaging my hard length. One look at those red lips and I’m fucked.

Saskia unfortunately went home when she finished cleaning today. She lives with her sister and dances for fun, but I wonder what she does in the quiet moments when she thinks nobody is watching.

My innocent little Honeysuckle, with a shed load of experience on her resume, and none in the bedroom.

I’m glad about the latter, and I’ll continue claiming Saskia, making sure the rest of the world knows their place.

Gabriel has a point—the novelty wears off when women stop believing they have a chance with me, but I’m willing to ruin the illusion.

Before these thoughts get even more concerning, I flick off the lamp and shut my eyes.

I’ll come out of this fine. The assholes in society always do, but I worry about Saskia.

People are calling her a slew of names, all of them potentially damaging in their own way. Jealous women are snakes, and I see how quickly they turn on their friends when they have what the other one wants. I’ve broken up friendships just by being myself, which is why I started compartmentalizing, and later dissociating myself from the media completely. There are less casualties.

And I know those too well.

“Okhuyet,” curses my father as he walks in through the front door, seeing my younger brother dead in a pool of his own blood.

The world comes to a complete stop. It takes me a few minutes to register the severity of this situation. Death is final. I have to pinch myself a few times before this fact completely sinks in.

“That’s all you have to fucking say?” I collapse in front of Yusen, hands fumbling over his neck as I frantically search for a pulse.

We were gone for less than an hour to visit the markets. The fucking markets, like homemade honey and free-range eggs are more important than my younger brother’s life.