The Enforcer (Chicago Bratva #3) - Renee Rose Page 0,46

the roof, also with pistols in hand. A few more shots are fired, I see Maxim was right. They hit the tall HVAC unit, bounce off the bullet-proof windows below.

“Over there.” Ravil points to the building beside us that has one of the windows removed. “Get a team in that building now,” he barks.

I can’t think of anything but getting to Story. I jog to the hot tub and pick up one of the towels lying over a chair to hold out to cover her. She’s in nothing but her panties, and I want to murder every one of my bratva brothers for glimpsing her tits, not that they’re looking.

She scrambles out and jumps on me, straddling my waist, arms around my neck, soaking my clothes with the hot water. I wrap the towel around her back, holding her tight.

Maxim pulls Sasha out of the tub and into his arms.

I’m still not breathing. Not able to stop the terror rushing through my veins.

“It’s a message,” Ravil says grimly. “Someone’s trying to scare you.”

I’m going to kill all of them. Every last person who threatened Story’s life. I turn and stalk off the roof, carrying Story like she’s the only thing keeping me alive.

“I’m okay,” she murmurs in my ear, even though she still clings to me as tightly as when she flung herself into my arms. “It just scared us. We didn’t know we couldn’t be hit.”

My swallow. I never want to put her down again. I carry her into my bedroom and pace in a circle with her.

“I’m okay,” she repeats. She leans her cheek against mine. “Your fever broke. Are you feeling better?”

I pace another circle.

“Put me down, big guy. I need to get dressed. Of course, I have no clothes to wear.”

I set her gently on the dresser and fish out a long-sleeved t-shirt for her to wear as she peels off her wet panties. She pulls the shirt over her head. The sleeves drape down over her hands, making her look like a rag doll. She laughs and takes her arms out of the sleeves, then pushes them up through the neck hole, bringing it down below her shoulders. She then ties the long sleeves under her breasts, creating the appearance of a strapless shirt-dress. It’s bohemian and beautiful. I gather her back up in my arms and kiss her forehead.

“I’m all right,” she says again. “Come on, let’s get back out there to talk about this.”

I know she’s right, but I’d rather keep her locked in my bedroom.

Indefinitely.

I’m also extremely distracted knowing she’s wearing no panties beneath my t-shirt. My hand covers her ass as we walk out together, my fingertips tracing the curve of her buttocks.

She tips her head up to me and gives me a secret smile.

Everyone’s in the living room when we get there. Sasha has also changed into her clothes, and Lucy’s standing with baby Benjamin over her shoulder, patting his little diapered butt. Her expression is tight. I’m sure the high-strung lawyer doesn’t like any of the bratva violence coming close to her child. It was the reason she tried to hide her pregnancy from Ravil in the first place. Ravil only won her over after abducting her and holding her as his prisoner.

“We were too late. The team found the office building they were shooting from, but the shooter had already escaped,” Maxim reports to me.

Fuck.

I catch Sasha’s eye and finger Story’s makeshift dress and then point to her with a questioning face.

“Story needs some clothes!” Sasha guesses. She beckons to Story. “I meant to get you some when we got out. Come with me.” They disappear into the bedroom together, and when they emerge, Story has a pair of leggings underneath my shirt and a pink cropped hoodie sweatshirt to cover her arms. She looks every bit the rockstar she is.

“Listen, I’m going to need to go and get some things if I’m staying here all week,” Story says.

Over my dead body she leaves this place. I shake my head.

Maxim and Ravil exchange a look. “It’s not a bad idea,” Maxim says, appealing to me. “We just bump up the plan by going to her apartment. It would be easier to control things there versus at a nightclub.”

Story looks at me.

I shake my head at her.

“Story wouldn’t necessarily have to go. The two of you could stay here, where they can’t touch you. We send a crew to her apartment to get her things. If we see anyone,