Arranged Bratva Love

Ive

I heard Charlotte enter the room. Did she realize I saw her easily through the glass? The curtain was closed at the end of the shower, but I stood in the frosted glass. What would she do if I pulled her into the shower and forced her to wash my back? I wouldn’t do it.

Charlotte put on a brave face but I knew there was a delicate and frightened woman behind all the brazen words and scream-fest she had while being locked away in my home. Her scars told a story of their own, as well as her words. She tried to hide that side of herself, but there was no hiding or running from the truth.

This was my wedding night, and all dayI’d been able to keep myself under control but right now, I sported a fucking hard-on that didn’t want to go down. It had only begun to thicken when I watched Charlotte enter the bathroom.

Icouldn’t be attracted to her. She was eighteen fucking years old. A little too young for me and my tastes. But even though she was young, I saw the age in her eyes and it made me hate her father even more. I knew firsthand the kind of monsters that surrounded us. I was one of them. I’d never understood the morons who’d attacked their children for no good reason.

Yes, Charlotte’s mother had passed away during childbirth but she’d not asked to be born. Once again, passing the blame to someone else rather than accept responsibility themselves. Her father and her mother were the ones to blame. They were the ones who fucked in the first place and created a baby. Fucking assholes.

I hated people. And my dick finally lost its erection. Great. Not that I’d be able to do a whole lot with it. There was no way I’d be fucking Charlotte.

I finished washing the soap from my body and quickly did my hair, before climbing out of the shower.

There was a towel waiting for me, so I grabbed it, wrapped it around my waist, and stepped out of the bathroom into the bedroom. Charlotte was already in bed.

“I didn’t know what side of the bed you’d take so I took this one.” Staring at her, she was on the right side.

“It’s fine.” I honestly didn’t give a flying fuck about the bed. I was exhausted. This wedding had been a hard one. With most of the Volkov Bratva in residence as well as the Evil Savages MC, I had to be ready for whatever went down. I had no doubt someone wanted a fight to start.

Laidout on the bed was a pair of boxer briefs for me to sleep in. I often slept naked, but I doubted Charlotte would want me naked beside her. Sitting on the edge of the bed, I run a hand across my face. This whole day was a fuck-up.

I still didn’t completelyunderstand why Ivan wanted me to marry Charlotte. I know from him getting Slavik and Andrei to marry the women he did, Ivan had a soft spot for broken and damaged females. Aurora and Adelaide had stories of their own. I didn’t know them, but I was aware they didn’t have easy lives.

Charlotte was like them. Her life hadn’t been easy, but taking her had been the fuck-up of Andrei’s men. They paid for it with their lives. Our original target had been Cassie. Their father hadn’t wanted to save Charlotte. In fact, we had it on good resources that he intended to use her freaking kidnapping to manipulate the club and insinuate she was a rat. That she ran to us to spill all the club secrets. Once again, I wished her father was alive just so I could kill him this time. Sick fuck.

“Did you have a niceshower?” Charlotte asked.

I turned to look at her. She was curled toward me, her eyes wide, and she nibbled her lip. Did she even realize she looked afraid to have spoken to me? What the fuck was that all about? I wanted to tell her not to panic. I wanted to tell her I was nothing like her father and she had nothing to be afraid of. Who the fuck was I kidding? I was worse than her father.

I grabbed the boxer briefs, and I knew Ivan had a fucking hand in these being made. They were white with pink frills. Why the frills? I didn’t understand that man. Shaking my head, I slid them on and refused to believe they were comfortable. No way would I agree they felt nice. Not a fucking chance.

I picked up the used towel and took it back to the bathroom to toss into the laundry basket. Walking back to the bed, I pull the blanket back and then climb inside.

“Would you like me to sleep on the floor?” Charlotteasked.

I didn’t respond right away and settled onto bed. I turned toward her. “Do youwantto sleep on the floor?”

“Do you want me to?”

“Answer my question, Charlotte, and don’t give me any crap.” I had a feeling she’d give me some kind of crap.

“No.” She spoke so softly. If Ihadn’t been paying attention to her, I had a feeling I’d have missed it.

“Then why the fuck would you suggest it?”

“I don’t know if you’re used to sleeping in a bed on your own or with a woman.”

“Charlotte, you’re my wife. You can sleep by my side until we get to my home. Then you’ve got your own room.”

“My own room?”

“Yes.”

“Is it the kind where you lock me inside?”

When she first came to my home, I locked her away. I had no choice. She was a mouthy woman, demanding to be released. Threatening me hourly with all kinds of castration and shit. How was I to know in the beginning it was all bullshit?

“No.”

“I’m not going to be locked up?”

“No. I’m not going to lock you up. You’re my wife, and I’m going to expect you to act accordingly.”

“I’ve never been a wife before. What does that mean?”

“You now live as part of the Volkov Bratva. There’s no getting away from it. You will follow my rules and Ivan’s rules. To survive, you’ll have to swear your loyalty to Ivan Volkov and to me.”

“I don’t evenknow what that means.”

“Rage, the MC, if it ever came down to it … you will protect all of those in the Volkov Bratva. No one else. Me, Ivan, and everyone connected to him.”

“But Rage-”

“Did a deal that gave you to me. That’s the kind of man you’re dealing with.”

“I know he wouldn’t want todo this.”

“But he did. You need to realize he doesn’t have your back anymore. None of the MC ever did.”

“What about my sister?”

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“How can there be anything worse than death?” she asked.

“Praying for death, begging for it, and never getting it. Trust me, I’ve seen it, and that is not the future you want.”

Charlotte looked down. I don’t know if she was staring at my chest, or looking at a spot and not really seeing it.

“And swearing my loyalty tothe Volkov Bratva, you’ll allow me to live?””Yes.”

“Will it be a … a good life?”

“Yes.”

“You won’t beat me?”

“No.”

“You won’t lock me up?”

“No.”

“You won’t … hate me?”

“I don’t hate you, Charlotte.”

Tears filled her eyes. Her father really did a number on her.

I wanted to reach out, touch her, try and convince her if she took the right path, her life would be better. She was my wife and no one would mess with her, not anymore. They would have to come through me.

“You don’t even know me,” she said.

“I don’t have to know you.” I’d known a lot of people in my time. Charlotte wasn’t the kind of person you hated. Her scars told a unique story. One that wouldn’t go away. I wanted to touch her, but I held myself back. I’d done everything in my power to avoid touching her when we were alone. Dancing with her, kissing her at the altar were the only times I had.

“Go to sleep and if I find you on the floor, I’ll smack your ass.”