Page 72 of Owned Bratva Bride

“To keep you safe. Until I find the mole, I have to protect you at all costs.”

“You already have guards following me whenever you’re in the house,” she pointed out.

“They were with you when the house was attacked, too. One of them might be the mole, so I’ve asked them to stop for now.”

“To protect me,” she recited. “Just like why you married me.”

I stood, not liking the direction the conversation was going.

“It’s by 6:00 p.m. It’ll be at a club,” I dropped before leaving the room.

***

I had never heard of a man struggling to keep his hands off his own wife. But I had been doing exactly that since Marielle joined me in the back seat.

She looked stunning in brown leather pants and an orange single-sleeved top. Her red lips were as kissable as ever, and I couldn’t stop thinking of planting my fingers in her high bun.

I slowed my steps as we walked into the club, not wanting anyone to mistake whose she was.

I led her to the VIP section and asked Viktor to stand by her.

“Order anything you want. It’s a brief meeting. I’ll be back shortly,” I told her, bending to be eye-level with her.

“Take your time,” she remarked, the shimmery stuff around her eyes taunting me.

I kissed her lips.

From the way her eyes dilated, she was shocked.

Well, I hadn’t been planning to do it, either.

***

As I was refixing the top button of my suit after walking out of the casino, I saw a younger guy talking to Marielle.

She kept a straight face as he talked, smiling lovingly at her.

I stood there as Marielle’s lips moved shortly, clearly answering a question he had asked.

Then, her lips twitched.

Shefuckingsmiled at the guy.

I wanted to kill him right there and then.

What the fuck was Viktor doing standing there while someone doted on my wife?

She looked up to me as I got closer, her face straight.

“We’re leaving,” I told her when I got to her.

She stood without a word.

Then the motherfucker had the balls to call after her, “Bye, beautiful.”

I pivoted.

I punched the guy’s face.