Page 8 of Bratva Menace

Christian fidgeted, his brows pulled into a frown as he adjusted himself. He’d been doing that since I sat down. “She’s been very good. I swear, after Illayana got kidnapped the second time, Arturo was ready to fucking murder us.”

“Chop up our bodies and sell the parts on the black market,” Luca added, shoving food into his mouth. “He showed us the exact blade he’d use to do it too.”

Christian nodded. He pulled at his pants as if they were uncomfortable and had started to annoy him. “It was big, and⁠—”

“Motherfucking terrifying,” Luca finished.

“You know it freaks me the fuck out when you do that finishing each other’s sentences bullshit,” I snapped.

They both smiled at me, and they weren’t friendly, pleasant smiles. They were fucking chilling ones, like in that horror movie, Smile.

“It’s—” Christian began.

“Twin-tuition,” Luca finished again for him.

I glared at them. “You guys fucking suck.”

They both laughed.

“So, do you know anything about your future bride?” Christian asked, leaning forward to try and steal a fry off Luca’s plate. His brother slapped his hand away before he was able to without looking up, making Christian scowl.

“Nope. Nothing. Not a thing.”

“Seriously?” Luca frowned. “You didn’t look her up online or anything?”

I’d debated it, but in the end, decided not to.

Why?

Because I wanted a little fucking mystery for once. Everything in my life had become so predictable. Boring. I wanted something different. A little suspense.

“Nope.” I took another sip of my beer, the bubbly liquid tickling down the back of my throat. “I just hope she’s at least got a sense of humor.” She was going to need one with what I had planned.

Luca pushed his plate away and patted his stomach contentedly. He watched his brother continue to fidget, an almost knowing glint in his eyes, and lips turned up slightly as if he was trying not to laugh. “It’s just a marriage on paper, right?” he asked, diverting his attention back to me. “I mean, if she doesn’t like you, at least you can have sex with other women.”

I chose not to acknowledge his words, instead switching the conversation to Christian’s constant fidgeting.

“Dude. What is going on with you?”

“I don’t know,” he all but groaned, scratching at himself. “My balls are so itchy.”

Luca snickered, covering his mouth. “Maybe it’s from that chick you hooked up with last night.”

“Fuck you, asshole. You know I don’t ride bareback.”

“Or…maybe…just maybe…someone put poison ivy on your underwear as payback for leaving a wild snake in their bed.”

Christian’s jaw dropped open in outrage. “You didn’t,” he breathed.

“Snake?” I questioned, trying to contain my laughter.

Luca’s eyes snapped to me, burning with anger. “I hate snakes, and that fucker knows it,” he said, whipping up an accusatory finger at his brother.

“How was that any different from when you put a tarantula in the bathroom while I was taking a shower?!”

“Herbet wouldn’t have hurt you. That snake could have killed me! Wrapped around my throat while I was sleeping and strangled me to death, or something even more sinister.”

I pinched my lips together to stop myself from bursting into a fit of laughter. “H-herbet?”