Bratva-Ivan

Jealousy At The Party

Ivan

It had been two weeks since I brought Olivia in. Ok. Kidn*apped. Tomato tomato. She was doing online classes and staying busy.

And I was also busy. Tracking down those cartel fu*ks who dared try to take her away from me. So far they showed nothing but failure. Their methods actually made me scoff. Trying to buy off street dealers, even trying to contact Savage Souls.

Pathetic.

Not only would the MC not turn on me, or Olivia for that matter, but the street dealers knew better. They even whispered anything about mine, and they simply disappeared. Not that they knew anything anyway. They were on thin ice as it was. If I even had an idea they sold more than pot they had a big issue.

But I could tell Olivia was getting restless. She loved her studies, I could tell in the way her eyes lit up when I bought her a complete computer system that she only wanted one thing. To learn. To become something she never could have in Mexico. Independence. Purpose.

I wasn't trying to buy her off. I just wanted her happy. But I could tell she was getting restless. So I wanted to do something for her. Even if it was something small.

I had set up my garden for a small get-together. I couldn't trust most, but I knew the ones I could.

The main guys of the MC and their old ladies, my sister and, more importantly, Valentina.

I walked up to her room. And stood outside her door. I was nervous. Why? I was never nervous around women. But this particular woman made me feel like a high school boy. She was so da*m perfect.

Finally, I grew some balls and knocked. It felt like an eternity before she opened the door and when she did, holy sh*t.

She was dressed in tight black jeans and an off-the shoulder blue crop top. Her makeup was light, which I loved. She didn't even need makeup. Her olive skin and honey eyes were perfect.

I hadn't touched her since that one night many weeks ago. Not because I didn't want to, but I wanted her to come to me. And come for me.

"You look amazing princess. Shall we?"

She blushed, taking my arm. And sparks ran up it. This woman would be the de*th of me.

Olivia

Ivan had been nothing but sweet to me. And I was starting to break down my walls. Which I wasn't sure how I felt about that.

He had truly made me feel safe. And now he was trying his best to make me feel normal. And that's all I have ever wanted.

We entered the garden where I had spent many afternoons exploring. It was beautiful. I even started making friends with the gardener Julio. He was such a pleasant older man. He loved what he did. In fact, all the mansions help did. I saw how much they respected Ivan. Not out of fear, but because he took care of them and their families.

The garden was beautiful. Fairy lights and a string of tables stocked with food. Kegs and alcohol tables lined the side. And then I saw her.

Yelena. And Valentina. The air was sucked from my lungs. I didn't walk, I ran. Crushing Yelena in a tight hug, being careful not to crush my little pumpkin.

"Ol ol!"

Hearing my baby call out for me made me all but crumble. Yelena instinctively handed her over to me and I broke. Broke down not out of sadness but happiness. I missed them so much.

After at least an hour of playing with and feeding my pumpkin, I felt so relaxed. Me and Yelena had some deep conversations as well. About how her stupid brother was kidnapping me. How he saved me. Urged me to continue my schooling. I was starting to not want to hate fu*k him and just normally fu*k him.

And then I saw it. And Yelena did too. Her eyes darkened, and I could feel the anger radiating off of her.

Veronica, sitting on Ivan's lap. He didn't look happy but wasn't pushing her away either.

Whatever. I smiled at Yelena and kissed sleeping Valentina's head. Two could play this game.

I started walking around, greeting people. And then found Clown. He was a very nice looking guy, and very sweet. I didn't want to throw him under the bus, but Ivan didn't have a leg to stand on.

"Hey clown. Good to see you."

He looked nervous, looking over my shoulder but clearly seeing the scene behind me of Ivan being a complete fu*k boy. He relaxed and we started talking. Nothing too deep. Just the usual banter. He was funny, I'm guessing that's how he got his name. After 20 minutes, I felt a familiar heat behind me. And Clown no longer looked relaxed. He turned on his heel and walked away.

Fu*k Ivan. I had no business being jealous but still fu*k him.

Ivan

Veronica dropped her very fake a*s on my lap and I immediately regretted it. I didn't push her away right away because I was used to her antics. But then I saw my sister's de*th glare boring into my head. If Olivia hadn't already seen this sh*t she would. I pushed Veronica off my lap, searching for Olivia.

She was playing hardball. Flirting with Clown. I see how it is. She's about to find out exactly how I feel about her.

I stood behind her glaring da*gers at Clown. He got the message and fu*ked right off. Olivia slowly turned around, glaring at me.

"I was having a nice conversation with him as*hole. Go back to your wh*ar."

Da*m. She was pissed. Understandably so.

I grabbed her arm and dragged her to the other side of the garden. Privacy is what I need right now.

"She sat her fake a*s on me without a word. She's relentless. If you think I want her, stop that thought right there. I don't."

"Sure. That's why you pushed her off. It doesn't matter Ivan. Do what you want but also let me do what I want. Or who I want."

I saw red.

I grabbed her face and slammed my lips into hers.

Fu*king brat.

She fought me at first, but just like I knew she would, she melted into it and kissed me back. It was sloppy and fu*king hot. After five or so minutes of s*cking each other's faces, I lifted her over my shoulder and headed towards my room.

Probably should have said goodbye to the guests, but I really didn't want to embarrass Olivia.

I saw Veronica scowling off to the side and I couldn't care less. She was just a means to pass time at one point. Olivia was much more.

She giggled all the way to my room and I tossed her on the bed. Immediately ripping my shirt off over my head. I had been a very patient man these past few weeks, but I was done waiting.

Stubborn girl.