Bratva Baby

Chapter Nine

Sophia

I was bored.

Two hours after he left for the day and I was already bored.

I just wasn’t used to sitting around and doing absolutely nothing. I had always worked. Since I was fifteen years old I had pretty much looked after myself.

But here as Dimitri’s wife I wasn’t expected to do anything. Even his daughters, the beautiful girls I had enjoyed looking after so much didn’t need me for anything. They had a nanny.

A beautiful young woman with short blonde hair and the kind of figure you found draped in designer clothes walking down a cat walk.

I hated her on sight.

She was the kind of woman I expected Dimitri to be attracted to.

Maybe I wouldn’t have been so jealous if I wasn’t so damn bored.

There was absolutely nothing to do here. Dimitri’s small staff did absolutely everything and it bothered me.

What was I meant to do with my days apart from look pretty and wait for my husband’s orders.

The thought made me roll my eyes. His orders. He had liked it when I was all docile and willing. It didn’t even enter into his head that I was playing a part. And I wasn’t about to tell him. It was more fun to think that he had tamed me.

Still I wasn’t about to sit around all day. I would just have to find something to do. A hobby of some sort.

It would give me a chance to spend time with my family as well. With Stefano or more importantly with Lily and my nephew.

Hell they didn’t even know that I was married. That was something I probably should rectify and soon but I just wasn’t sure how to tell them.

Especially my brother. There was no love lost between them. So I knew he would not be happy.

Pulling out my phone I curled myself up on one of plush snuggle chairs and looked out into the street.

Lily answered on the third ring. “Sophia?” She sounded shocked to hear from me. But happy all the same. “I didn’t expect to hear from you until I saw you tonight. How are you?”

Tonight? I swallowed down all the questions I had and tried to keep my voice airy and light. “I just wanted to check in. How is everyone? How are you?”

Lily, my big brother’s wife had been through hell and back the last year or so. More than I could ever imagine. In the end it hadn't been the accidents that had almost taken her from my brother. It had been depression. A depression so black that she almost took her own life.

She was doing better now, seemed happier but I knew first hand that a smile could hide a whole lot of pain. Lily would be in counselling for a long time. Maybe even the rest of her life. And that was fine. Stefano was besotted with her. He would do anything and everything he could to make sure she got all the help she needed.

“Things are good Sophia,” her voice dropped . “How are you? How is married life treating you?”

I couldn’t help it I paused. “It’s… not what I was expecting.” I finally answered her.

“Is he not being kind?”

Sometimes Lily was So English it made me smile. Both her and Luca’s wife Alice were from the United Kingdom. Both nurses . And both as sweet as candy.

Of course Alice was also the heir to two major crime families. But you would never know it to look at her pretty peaches and cream face and sweet smile.

“He’s being Dimitri.” Like hell could I tell her that he had starved me unless I would let him play with my body. It was too degrading. There was no way in hell that I could tell them that. They had the fairytale . I had a beast who’s s****l preferences were borderline illegal.

Lily laughed. “Living with a man can be hard to get used to but you will do it. So tell me, what are you wearing tonight?”

“I don’t even know what tonight is?”

Lily’s laugh died. “Oh no did I spoil the surprise. Just ignore I said anything.”

Don’t even try it Lily. Tell me what’s going on?”

“I don’t know if I should.”

Making an exasperated sound in the back of my throat I swore in Italian down the phone at her. “Tell me Lily, I am going out of my mind with boredom here.”

“Fine but at least pretend to act surprised ok? Your wedding reception is tonight. I think half the city has been invited. It’s going to be a great night.”

A great night? My wedding reception? And when exactly was Dimitri going to tell me? I would need to get ready. I hadn’t seen anything in my closet that screamed evening wear to me. So what the hell was I meant to wear?

“Lily I need your help.”

I looked good. The dress that Lily had sent over was perfect. Just the right amount of s*x and class. And the red material looked amazing against my tan and long dark hair.

“Sophia?”

Whirling around I stared straight into Dimitri’s blue eyes. They were unreadable. There was lust in them. Appreciation but there was also anger.

And it was the anger I couldn’t understand.

“Hello.” Padding’s towards him , I had to lift the long skirts so I didn’t trip. “I missed you today.” Reaching up I made a move to kiss his cheek. My lips never made it though. His firm hands closed around my biceps.

“What are you wearing?”

His question took me aback. “Don’t you like it?”

For a second he studied me. “No.” His words cut into me. “No I don’t like that dress on you.”

My face fell. I had thought I was doing the right thing. That I looked good. I had been hoping he would feel the same. Maybe even be happy that I had made an effort to look beautiful for him.

Yet here he was, looking at me like I disgusted him.

“Ok.”I turned my face away from him. “I should probably find something else to wear then.” I didn’t want him to see how much his words hurt me. Because they had.

“You look like a whore.”

A w***e? I whirled on him. The dress I was wearing was very similar in style to the dress that I had been married in. So how come then it was ok and I was beautiful and now I was a w***e.

“I’ll change.”pulling my arms from his grasp I tried to turn away.

“Yes you probably should because in that dress and looking the way you do , I don’t know what I will do.” One muscled arm skid around my shoulders , trapping me against his chest. “You are too hot in that damn dress. But I don’t want you dressed like that where my brother can see you.” He tilted my chin up. “You can dress like this for me though. I like the idea of you being my whore.”

“Will you stop calling me a damn w***e Dimitri, I am your wife.”

His laugh filled the room as he pulled one of my thighs over his hip. The satin material of the skirt tore and split.

“Yes you are my wife Sophia. And I am going to start reminding you of that very very soon. Now get dressed properly so we can leave. I have a surprise for you.”