The Mistake (Volkov Bratva #3) Read Online Sam Crescent

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Mafia, Suspense Tags Authors: Series: Volkov Bratva Series by Sam Crescent
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Total pages in book: 102
Estimated words: 96714 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 484(@200wpm)___ 387(@250wpm)___ 322(@300wpm)
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When the song changed, he did too. He spun me away and then drew me back. I honestly didn’t have a clue who this man was, but he knew how to dance. After several dances, he pulled me back against him, twirled me, and then allowed me to tilt backward at the end.

I was so thirsty.

We arrived back at our VIP section. The waitress with the one boob brought us out a drink. I had a sip and just as Ive was about to take the glass from me, Hubert came to our table. He whispered something to Ive, and he had no choice but to tell me to stay as he left. Hubert was ordered to stay with me.

Sipping at my drink, I was surprised to find that I finished it very quickly. “Can I have a second?”

Hubert nodded, but he was distracted. The waitress brought me a second drink. She looked mightily disappointed as I was the only one available to see. I wanted to tell her that she could keep her hands off my husband, but I wasn’t the confrontational type, and the truth was, I didn’t know if she had a shot with my husband.

By the time Ive came back, I’d had three of the fruity drinks and as he pulled me to my feet, the world had begun to spin.

“What the fuck has she had?” Ive asked.

He wrapped his arms around me but I giggled.

“Three fruity drinks.” I think that’s what I said, at least that’s what I thought I said.

“You’re drunk,” Ive growled and then turned to Hubert.

I don’t know what was said between them, but I closed my eyes.

“Can I have another drink? I can’t get drunk on a fruity drink.”

I saw the confusion in Ive’s eyes, and I had to wonder if my words were coming out the way I said them.

“I’m taking her home before I have to take her to the goddamn hospital to get her stomach pumped.”

This I found hilarious. I had never been drunk in my life, but the world was spinning so well. Ive had no choice because for some odd reason, my legs were refusing to work. He lifted me off my feet, and I was flying away.

Hubert brought the car around and Ive helped me into the back. I don’t know what happened between the nightclub and getting into the back of the car, but that happy floating feeling turned, instantly.

“Stop the car,” Ive said.

My hair was pulled back as Ive opened the car, but he moved me into position, and some of the fruity drink spilled out onto the sidewalk as I vomited. This wasn’t good. The fruity drink was indeed deadly. I felt sick to my stomach.

Hubert had no choice but to stop a couple of times. By the time we got to Ive’s building, I didn’t think it would be possible to be sick again. However, on the elevator ride, I tried to keep it in, but in the corner was some more sick. This was horrible. This was worse than getting a stomachache from eating too much candy. I felt so cold.

Ive got us into the penthouse suite, and he had me naked and in the shower. I hoped Hubert wasn’t around as he did this. When Ive wasn’t there, I collapsed to the bottom of the shower, and I knew nothing more was coming. I felt sick and rotten, and I hated it.

“I’m never drinking again,” I said as Ive stepped into the shower.

He held me up against his body and stripped down naked.

“We all say that.”

“I’ve never drank,” I said.

“I shouldn’t have given you a fruity cocktail,” he said.

“It tasted really nice, but not now.” I wrinkled my nose.

Ive managed to keep me upright as he washed my body. My legs were so weak. I did help as best as I could.

I didn’t see the appeal of drink. It was so gross.

He took care of my hair as well, washing the strands. I had a horrible feeling I might have gotten sick in my hair, but Ive took care of it. He washed me, and after the shower, he dried me and even got me changed into a negligee to put me to bed.

“This was not how I imagined your first Halloween, but I think for the next one, you and I can stay home and get hung over on candy.”

“I’d love that,” I said.

He leaned down and pressed a kiss to my lips.

“Stay with me?” I asked.

I didn’t want him to leave. Ive had no idea but he made plans for a second Halloween, and that to me meant more, so much more, than anything else. He had plans for the future … for us.

Ive nodded. He unwrapped the towel from around his waist and climbed into bed behind me. His large arms, wrapped around my stomach, pulled me against him, and I loved his touches. Snuggling against him, I breathed a happy sigh of relief.


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