Page 24 of Sexting My Bratva Boss
The silence echoes. I’ve caught him off guard.
Then I feel like an idiot, though, because why would it have ever beenonthe table?
Why would a man like Konstantin Martynov want a woman likeme?
“And when the baby is born, once I’ve recovered, I want a one-way ticket to the west coast. First class. And I want you to pay for whatever I need to settle there.”
My heart aches at the thought of leaving New York, but I just can’t stay. Especially if the plan is for me to carry a child to term, and then… walk away from it.
I can’t just do it metaphorically. A small, sad part of me knows that no matter how I go about this, even understanding that it’s a business transaction, there’s the danger of getting attached.
“You would leave your child.”
Konstantin’s voice is cold, a different kind of cold than I’ve heard before. It makes me shiver with shame. This could change his mind, a woman so heartless carrying his child.
“Yes,” I answer, unhesitating. “It’s a second chance for me, just as it’s a legacy for you. You’ll get what you want. I’ll get safety. You pointed out last night—they know I’m yours now,” the words send a thrill of fear through me. “They’ll come after me, even if I don’t mean anything to you. Leaving is the only way I’ll be safe.”
I don’t say the other reason I’m seeking safety: Sal.
He promised to come after me and take me down with Konstantin. I don’t know exactly what his plans are. As far as I can tell, he’s low on the totem pole when it comes to the Italian mafia. He was my accidental in, my bankroll when I needed that money to pay for Nana. And he could be my demise, if I don’t get out of here.
“Where are you.”
The change in conversation surprises me enough that I look around the small apartment. I remember him here two nights ago—his towering form just inside my doorway, the glint of streetlights on his silver hair.Neverwould I have imagined I’d see a man as elegant and threatening as Konstantin Martynov in my home.
“I’m home today. Sick,” I lie, knowing he catches the fib as soon as he lets out a chuckle.
That low, dark sound that goes right to my core. I squeeze my legs together, eyes closed as I try to bring back the sensation of his big hand on my thigh, his fingers delving down.
“You’re missing another day.”
“I… yes.”
“If your accounts are behind, Miss Wolfe, I’ll have to punish you.”
There it is again: the threat to punish me.
I bite my tongue, tempted to call his bluff. Tempted to fudge some of the numbers if it gets me in his hands again.
“I had to think things over.”
“Mmm. And did you think about me, Audrey?”
The question could be harmless, but it’s not; I feel it in the thrum of his voice. Restless, I’m not sure how to answer, because the truth is Ihavethought of him. I’ve relived the night I sent him that text a few times, the way he leaned me over in his office the next day, the sound of his belt coming off.
My pussy pulses, mind going blank at the instinctual need.
“Be outside of your apartment in twenty minutes.”
I sit up straight, almost dropping the blanket. “What?”
“You have twenty minutes. Get dressed. But don’t you dare put panties on, Audrey.”
The pulse turns to a throb ofwant.I fight it. He might own me for however long it takes for him to fuck me pregnant, but I refuse to let him control every aspect of my life.
“I have plans for lunch?—”
“Cancel them. You’re mine. I’m going to make you feel it.”