Bratva Queen (complete)

Chapter 7

"Hello?" I asked in a strained to hold onto my self-control voice.

"What the hell just happened?!!! One minute I was talking to you and then all of the sudden you were gone."

"I uh... I..." 

Then Roza bit my earlobe. "Fuck Roza, you do not know what that does to me baby."

"DIMKA!!!"

"Huh? What, what did you say Ivan?" 

He groaned. 

"Never mind, I can't really talk right now..."

"Why, what is Roza doing?" He snickered.

"None of your business. You're such a nosy little prick. I..." 

Roza rocked her hips over mine right then. Making me hiss, "shit baby."

Ivan started laughing, "Ivan, shut the hell up and just get all of that done. I will talk to you later."

"You mean later, when Roza isn't giving you a blow job?" He laughed.

"She is not doing that!!!" But God help me, I wanted her to. But there was no way in hell that I would mention it, at least not before we were married. Because I know if she did that I probably wouldn't be able to stop myself from making love to her.

"Then what is she doing that you can't concentrate?"

"Fuck you, Ivan."

"How about you fuck me and forget about Ivan." Roza purred, and Ivan busted out laughing. I hung up on the nosy little bastard.

"I want to fuck you so hard your teeth rattle and your toes curl Roza. I want to make love to you so good that it will send your consciousness into orbit around the moon. But you know that we still have to wait."

"I know, but that does not mean that I can't tease you."

"You have been doing that for two days now, my love."

We made out for another half an hour before leaving my room.

Roza went and had her measurements, for her wedding dress, done. Thankfully that didn't take but an hour. Afterwards she told me that her seamstress, Ellen Kirova, was very good at her job. So good in fact, that she didn't have to take each measurement but once. While most others did it at the very least two or three times. Which is why they were always taking so long.

Roza, Lissa, her guardians and I rode to the airstrip together. Lissa was getting on one jet and going to pick up my family, while Roza and I were going straight to Moscow.

"I will see you in a few hours. You be sure to be careful, ok?" Roza said to Lissa.

"I will, you be careful too. I love you sis." Lissa said, as they hugged.

"I love you too."

When Roza let Lissa go she looked up at Christian Ozera. "Fire crotch, you better make sure that you take very damn good care of my sister."

"You know that I will, Rosie."

Out of nowhere she pulled a gun on him and pointed it right between his eyes. 

"Call me Rosie just one more time." She challenged him.

I watched as he swallowed any retort that he had thought of, but also out of fear. His eyes crossed as he looked at the gun that was pointed at his head.

"O... ok. I'm sorry." 

Lissa and I busted out laughing. 

'Seems like he may just be smarter than he looks.' I thought amusedly.