Page 9 of Claimed By the Pakhan

She glances at me, biting her lip, probably regretting her decision to come home with me. She won’t be regretting it soon when I slide my cock into her. The memories will come flooding back then, I’m sure.

“You remember your childhood but not me,” I state.

Fia flashes me a sidelong glance that says, ‘not now.’

She must be irritated that the bad parts of her life stuck, the good ones forgotten about.

I swing a right at the next intersection, sunlight disappearing as we head into the forest.

My chest aches again as I worry about the order in which her memories will return. If she remembers too much, she may do her usual and run away from me, and then I’ll have no choice but to kidnap her, showing her just how fucking cruel I can be.

She brings out that side of me.

Being possessive translates to cruelty in her world. Growing up in a dysfunctional family is the reason she was unable to differentiate between the different types of cruelty for years.

Six months ago, she finally learned to warm up to me. It took her two and a half fucking years for her to fully trust me. This time around, it could take forever.

I’d wait lifetimes for Fia to fall in love with me all over again if that’s what it takes, but there may be no guarantee this time.

Sunlight dies, replaced by thick pine trees. A single lane road snakes through the trees. It’s the only way in and out of the forest.

I roll down the window before Fia is involved in another car accident. I can’t fucking concentrate when her scent is filling the car. She’s making me want to abandon driving and slide right into her slick pussy.

Luka, my second in command, has always told me to exercise some caution around my wife. Let’s just say, I have a habit of going off the rails and abandoning work whenever she’s near.

Leading a Bratva means I need to be on my A-Game every second of the day. As long as I get my Fia fix, I’m normally fine, which means her being under my roof could be a big issue, since our relationship has obviously changed.

I’m at a breaking point after spending three days away from her pussy. Another day will destroy me, especially if she’s within my vicinity.

She let me fuck her whenever I wanted before the accident, since we were always ready for each other. Now, her body is fragile, her mind not what it used to be. This is bad for my cockandfor the Bratva, and operations at the dock are intense right now.

On top of Fia and the twins almost losing their life, Alexander fucking Kuzmin is still being a pain in my ass. He should stay in Vancouver if he knows what’s good for him, but he never fucking does, always bored and causing a stir, trying to weasel his way into the Seattle markets.

I have him to worry about as well as my wife and two unborn children.

“You look stressed,” Fia points out, staring at me.

“I have a lot on my plate.”

“Sure,” she says, sarcasm dripping from her voice. “So much that you forgot to put your cufflinks on this morning and style your hair…”

“Presentation is everything in… my world,” I falter, unsure of how much to share.

She’s forgotten fucking everything, oblivious about the Kuzmins and their threats, which means she doesn’t remember almost being killed by them a year ago.

“Your world,” she scoffs. “Like you live in a completely different one to the rest of us.” She pauses, taking a moment to think. “I guess you do in some ways. In my world, threatening a doctor in his place of work is never okay.” She looks at me from thepassenger seat. “I may have lost my memories, but my morals are still intact.”

Just what I need to hear. Those morals are what make her so stubborn.

Well… The next few weeks aren’t looking promising.

I navigate through the winding roads, sinking deeper into the forest.

Fia peers through the rearview mirror, over her shoulders, an apprehensive look growing on her face. She shuffles more forward with each new bend, on the very edge of her seat by the time we arrive home.

I drive up my long, graveled driveway, noting how tense her shoulders are. She hides her fear as soon as she feels me watching, the same way she did before when she first came here, refusing to show weakness as I gave her an ultimatum.

I study her, waiting for the resolve in her eyes. But I’ll be waiting for a while.