Bratva Queen (complete)

Chapter 31

Some of them were even using the reflections in the windows just to be sure that they not only didn't miss anything. But also so that Natasha didn't see them looking at her and get suspicious about what was going on.

Looking down at Tasha with a repulsed look on my face I said, "Natasha, you are a lying cheating whore. And I would rather cut my own cock off with a fucking hacksaw, a chainsaw or a butter knife than have it back inside you." That hadn't been part of Roza's plan, it was just the truth.

She acted like she thought that I was trying to play hard to get. "Now Dimka, you know that you don't really mean that."

"If you ever, call me anything other than Mr. Belikov again. I will have you stripped, whipped and tied naked to a tree in the middle of the forest with barbwire. Leaving you for the tigers, the bears, the leopards, the snakes and the insects. I do remember how much you just love snakes and insects since you are part of both of them. A cold blooded slithering suka." (bitch)

Again, she reached out to lay her hand on my chest, and again I stepped away from her. "Dim..."

"Did you not hear what I just said?!" I hissed quietly.

"But I know that you weren't serious, I know how much you have missed me. I have asked around and I found out that you haven't taken anyone else to your bed. And I know that the reason for that is because you only want me back there. You miss me, I know that."

She smiled what I think was supposed to be a sexy smile, but she just looked grotesque. Her scar had never bothered me before, but now that I know the real her looking at it and her made me nauseous.

Plus, she was beginning to sound desperate for me to say that I wanted her back in my bed. Which would never happen, because that spot had been permanently filled by the most beautiful and amazing woman in this or any other world. My wife.

I gave a dry chuckle, then took a sip of my champagne. "Dream on suka. I told you that I would rather be dickless than to blyad' you ever again." (bitch, fuck)

Ivan whistled just then, "damn Dimka, look over there."

I looked to where he was pointing, and there stood the love of my life, my drop dead gorgeous wife.

"Holy fucking hell!!!! That, is one sexy as hell woman." I said. 

"Look at those plump ruby red lips, I can't wait to find out how good they taste. I sure hope that they taste as good as they look."

Tasha mumbled, "you never kissed me."

Without ever taking my eyes off of my Roza I said, "I never wanted to and I never will."

"That dress would look so much better on me." Tasha sneered.

Ivan, myself and all my guys laughed. But that wasn't enough for Ivan oh no, so he adlibbed a little.

"Whore, you couldn't pull off that dress with one hundred tugboats and two hundred tow trucks. It takes a real woman to be able to wear a dress like that, and not look like a slut. And believe me, you don't have a hope in ad of ever being woman enough to pull a dress like that off." (hell)

Again, my guys and I all laughed.

The dress that my Roza had on was a satin fire engine red dress with ice blue lace over the entire left half of it. On the right side there was a slit all the way up to just above her mid-thigh. The neckline was a sweetheart neckline and she looked fucking gorgeous. On her feet were a pair of red Jimmy Choo's, and in her hand was an ice blue satin clutch sprinkled with crystals just like on the lace of her dress.