Ravaged Throne: A Russian Mafia Romance (Solovev Bratva #2)(99)

I laugh. It took them a while to get used to the lingo, but now, it rolls off their tongues easily. Bratva, the same way he’d say IBM or the water company, as if it were merely another normal business doing normal business things. “I chose not to be there.”

“Why?”

“Because I wanted to be here with you two and Pasha.”

The truth is that, while I’ve grown accustomed to the Bratva lifestyle, I don’t feel the need to be intimately involved in every detail of it. I trust my husband to handle the bulk of the work. I’m more like a silent partner.

Although I have no problem making my voice be heard if I feel strongly enough about something.

“What is it called now?” dad asks. “The Mikhailov Bratva or the Solovev Bratva?”

“Both,” I say. “It’s understood that they both have one don. And Pasha has both names, anyway, so we saw no need to change anything.”

“Pasha Leonardo Mikhailov Solovev,” Mom says. “That’s quite the mouthful.”

I sit up so that I can see both their faces. “Actually, you missed one.”

“Dear Lord, you gave the boy another name?” Dad asks in alarm.

“He’s strong. He can carry them,” I say confidently. “You want to hear his whole name?”

They both nod.

“Pasha Leonardo Powers Mikhailov Solovev,” I say.

My parents stare at me. Neither of them says anything, but their eyes look suddenly watery.

“What do you think now?” I ask, a teasing smile turning the corners of my mouth.

Mom presses a hand to her chest. “Sweetheart, are you sure?”

“I want my son to carry your name. Our name. My real name. Of course I’m sure.”

“And Leo was okay with this?”

I shake my head. “He knew it was important to me. If there’s anyone who knows the value of honoring where you came from, it’s him.”

Mom smiles. “He’s a good man.”

I nod and smile. “He’s a complicated, but very good man.”

I lie back again and think about my husband. The last year has been… different for us.

We’ve worked together to combine the Mikhailovs with the Solovevs. I expected nonstop bickering and squabbles for the right to decide things. But strangely, we were on the same page more often than not. It was exciting to be able to build something together.

Lately, I’ve been considering something else we could do together.

“Would you mind staying with Pasha?” I ask them, rising to my feet. “I need to talk with Leo.”

They both look at Leo fondly. They love alone time with him.

“Of course,” Mom says. “Go right ahead.”

I give her a kiss and head back into the house.

The door is shut, but I don’t bother knocking. I push the door open and march inside. Leo is sitting with all his closest Vors. Gaiman and Jax, of course. But there are a few new faces, too, thanks to the Mikhailov alliance.

The men all stand as one the moment they see me.

At first, their respect made me uncomfortable. But now, I’m accustomed to it.

I’ve learned what it means to be a Bratva wife.

“Sorry to interrupt, boys,” I say, moving towards Leo. “But I need a moment with my husband.”

Immediately, they start filing out. Jax and Gaiman are the last two out of the room. Jax makes a subtle, but crude gesture suggesting that my husband and I are charting a collision course with some adult activities. I ignore it for his sake. Leo wouldn’t be pleased if he saw.

The moment the door clicks shut, Leo stands up. “Is there a reason you interrupted my meeting?”

“I have something important I want to discuss with you.”

“Tell me.”

I move forward and place my hands against his chest. “You look really sexy right now.”

He’s still in business mode, but his eyebrow arches. Desire darkens his eyes. “Willow…”

I tug on the collar of his shirt, popping a button off. “I want another baby, Leo.”

Both eyebrows jerk upward now. “You want another baby?”

“Pasha’s almost a year and a half,” I say. “And we weren’t together during my pregnancy or his birth. You missed so much. We both did. And I want to do it all again… with you by my side this time.”

He puts his hand over mine. “I like the sound of that.”

“You do?”

He nods. “When do we start?”

I drag a hand down his chest and palm the crotch of his pants. “Now.”

Leo stands up, taking me with him, and walks me back to his desk. He sits me on the cool wood and pushes my legs apart with his knee.

I undo his pants and pull his cock out while he yanks down the zipper of my dress. Every movement is faster than the one that came before it. Heat builds, spreads.

“I need you. Now,” I breathe. There’s no time to disrobe completely. I wrap my legs around his waist and pull him close.

He lifts my hips with one arm and thrusts into me. I arch into the delicious pressure, tipping my head back and moaning at the ceiling.

Leo bends and presses kisses to my collarbone as his hips crash into mine relentlessly. He nips at the slope of my neck, the spot that always turns me liquid in his arms.