Dancing for the Badman (Russian Bratva Book 3) Read Online Free PDF

loves me. I can see when he looks at me that he doesn’t harbor any kindness toward me.
    Lust, yes . Hate, yes . Anger, definitely .
    “It doesn’t matter. Just don’t, don’t do anything like that again, please. It frightened me,” I murmur. He releases my hand.
    “Fair enough. I will not stalk you any longer,” he mumbles.
    “You still cannot come inside,” I announce. His head shoots up and his eyes narrow on me.
    “I can and I will.”
    “I live in a one-bedroom apartment, Kirill. I sleep in the living room. Aside from all of that, I don’t want to just have you there when Kiska wakes up. I need to talk to her before we proceed, and first we need to talk to each other,” I explain.
    “Kiska?” he asks.
    “Kiska Barysheva Orlova,” I simply state. His mouth drops slightly.
    “You gave her part of my name?” he whispers.
    “Just because I left doesn’t mean I didn’t love you,” I murmur.
    “I will be right here when you return from taking her to school in the morning, and we will talk. I will meet her after school tomorrow,” he announces.
    His words and his attitude leave no room for discussion. Therefore, I do not argue. I nod and slide out of the car. His hand wraps around my forearm and he stops me before I can stand completely. I look back at him with slight confusion and then he speaks.
    “You will tell me everything tomorrow, Tatyana. Your life is now changed,” he says.
    I nod, unable to really respond.
    The moment he grabbed me from behind and pushed me against the alley wall, I knew my life would be forever changed. It didn’t matter who grabbed me, from that moment on, I would never be the same.
    I’m thankful it wasn’t a man who meant to assault me, but I am under no illusions that Kirill will not hurt me. He has the ability to destroy me . By the look in his eyes, he will do so with zero hesitation.
    I make my way inside of my apartment and relieve Mrs. Hernandez with gratitude and a handful of cash from the night. Once she has left, I walk straight into my bathroom and strip out of my clothes. I wash my face and then look in the mirror. I am not the same girl I was at eighteen. I’ve aged. I’m no longer the shy virgin Kirill loved . I am a woman, a mother, a stripper .
    The hot water does not wash away my heartache; it doesn’t ease my mind that Kirill thinks poorly of me. I have never wanted him to think of me as anything other than his zolotse , his gold. But now—now he knows I will never be that again. The illusions and the memories of what once was and what could have been are shattered.
    I am not the same doe-eyed girl just as he is not the same gray-eyed boy.
    We are changed.
    Hardened .
    We may never fall in love with each other again, but maybe, hopefully, for Kiska, we can co-exist.
    I close my eyes and try to rest but sleep evades me as the memories of my past come rushing forward.
    “Moyo zolotse, you shimmer like gold, do you know this?” Kirill asks as he runs his fingers through my hair. We’re naked in bed. He’s holding onto me, and I’m resting my head on his shoulder.
    “You’re silly,” I chuckle, avoiding his sweet words.
    “I would like to meet your family, Tati,” he murmurs, pressing his lips to the top of my head.
    “There is only my mother, Kirill, you know this,” I say as my fingertip circles his flat nipple.
    “You have a father. You remember him, maybe we should find him,” he offers.
    “Why? So he can reject me again? I don’t think so. If you want to meet my mother, you can. She’s not very friendly, so I make no promises that she’ll like you.” I giggle as he rolls on top of me, his hips nestled between my thighs.
    “I’m a fucking delight; she’ll love me. All women do,” he smirks. I laugh even harder.
    “So humble, my love,” I grin, biting my bottom lip.
    “Say it again,” he grunts as his eyes darken to the color of charcoal.
    “My love,” I whisper before my breath hitches.
    “Moyo zolotse,” he whispers