Page 4 of Bratva, Baby

Me: No, insurance might help her get a new one if she reports it as stolen. Just make sure it doesn’t start in the morning. Thanks.

Now that’s done, I sit back and make more plans for my little bird.

I can’t sit here every night; I know I still need sleep.

But I don’t own a tech company for nothing, and it’s not just for laundering the Bratva’s money either.

I have a special interest in technology myself, though I am no genius; I just know what I like.

Texting Mario again, I lay out the plans for tomorrow while Ava is out of the house.

Me: Tomorrow, around 9 am, you will get a delivery; I want you to install the cameras and listening devices throughout Miss Ava’s home. I want to be able to see and hear everything.

Mario: Even in the bathroom?

Me: Yes, but not in the shower, around the mirror. I want to see when she looks at her reflection.

I can already imagine my sweet little bird standing in front of her fogged-up mirror in only her towel.

She slowly drops the towel to inspect her body, finding only beauty.

Her nipples harden in the cool air. She reaches up, plucks one gently, and pulls.

Slowly, she becomes more confident as she explores her body, moving her hand down her stomach to her mound.

I wonder if she keeps it waxed or trimmed.

My cock is so hard due to my little fantasy of Ava.

I am not ready to sacrifice it yet, so I unzip my pants and pull my aching cock out, gripping it tightly as precum leaks from the tip.

Imagining it’s Ava’s hand while my other hand reaches down and squeezes my balls, I groan.

Fuck me, I can’t wait to have her. The fantasy shifts, and she’s down on her knees now taking me in her warm mouth, and I lose control, gripping the back of her head, I thrust deep into her throat, she gags around me.

I pull out and do it again. Hearing her gag on my cock will be the soundtrack played on our honeymoon.

Thrusting into my hand over and over, thinking of my little bird, I cum.

Pulling the handkerchief from the console, I clean myself and spray a spritz of the cologne from the glove box; I don’t want it smelling like cum in here and her thinking I was with someone else.

She will eventually know it’s only her, but until then, I must take precautions.

It's seven in the morning and I am officially waiting outside of Ava’s house so I can take her to work.

I can’t help but wonder how she will react to my heavy-handedness, but she is no longer in control of her own life, so she needs to get used to it.

Impatiently, I recheck my phone to see what time it is.

If Ava doesn’t come outside soon, she will make us both late for work.

I am about to get out and knock on her door when it opens.

She’s looking down at the ground, so she doesn’t immediately notice me.

I want to see what she does, so I watch as she goes to her car and tries to start it; thankfully, Mario is good at his job, and it doesn’t turn over.

I don’t know what he did, but now she will have to ride with me or take the bus, and I’ll just offer the same ultimatum as yesterday if she tries to fight me on it again.

She doesn’t quite realize the hell that the Universe has unleashed on her life.

Ava

Goddammit, my car won’t start, and if I take the bus, I will be late to work.

Just my fucking luck. Getting out of my car, I spot a familiar black SUV.

Clearly, this mother fucker didn’t listen to my ‘no’ yesterday, but maybe luck is in my favor since I won’t be late to work now.

But I don’t want to appear too eager to see him and give off the wrong vibes; I’m not trying to lead him on.

Getting closer to the SUV, I notice the passenger side window is already rolled down, so I walk to that side of the vehicle .

“Didn’t I say I was driving myself today?” I ask, hoping I don’t sound too much like a bitch, but I have to set boundaries.

“I heard no such thing, Miss Ava.” The jerk replies with a smirk. I swear to the Universe I want to throat-punch him.

“I distinctly stated that I was going to drive myself from now on because of the,“ I stop midsentence, I am arguing with a brick wall. “Never mind, it’s actually a good thing you ignored my boundaries THIS ONE TIME because my car has decided not to start. I need to bring it to the mechanic after work. Are you still ok with bringing me to work despite my rude behavior this morning?’ I ask as politely as I can muster.

“Of course, I’m here, aren’t I?” He’s so smug that he gets his way. So annoying.

I’m aware I’m in a bad mood, but my car couldn’t have broken down at a worse time.

I have a rainy-day fund put up, but that was for rent in case I didn’t find a job or didn’t get paid from this one in time.

Another thing to add to the stress of adulthood.

It’s times like these that I miss my mom.

She would have listened to me vent and offered a viable solution that I could afford.

But instead, I am here, taking it out on poor Andy.

He isn’t the cause of my problems; he doesn’t deserve to be yelled at.

Opening the door, I get in and say, “I apologize for my attitude earlier. It has already been a stressful day, and it is only-“ I check my phone for the time, “7:20. We aren’t going to make it on time.” I groan.