The Bratva’s Locked Up Love by Jagger Cole
Epilogue
Quinn
Three Months Later:
And just like that,we’re all packed up. I stand in the entryway to my apartment—at least my apartment for the next twelve hours, technically. It’s empty now, and Maks has just carried the last box down to our moving truck.
It’s bittersweet, leaving here. Nashville, with a few small breaks, has been my home my entire life. But it’s time. Every chapter ends. And a new one is always there to start fresh.
It’s been 3 months of healing, but with Maks, they’ve been a vacation. He took time off himself from his work, and I was in a fair amount of rehab for my shoulder. But with his love, support, and help, it’s healed now, and it’s time to move on.
I survey the apartment where we’ve basically been holed up together for three months playing house. And I wouldn’t change anything about that. It’s been a freaking dream. I’m going to miss Nashville, and I’m going to miss the shit out of June when Maks and I go to Chicago. But I’m excited for the new adventure. And I’m not even close to done trying to convince June to come with us.
Maks once joked, in a not-so-jokey way, that there was no domestic future for us. That a doctor and a Bratva strongman had no place playing house or anything like that. But I’m pretty sure we’ve both proved that wrong these last three months. And when we move in together up there in Chicago, we’ll prove it even more wrong.
Maks will be taking over the Volkov’s US operations. All of them. It’s a huge responsibly, and it’s going to be an insane amount of work. But I know he’s excited for the challenge. Not to mention, the pay is superb.
And me? I’ll be at Chicago General as their newest surgeon, specializing in veterans of combat and trauma. The job offer came through one of the doctors down in Nashville who fixed my shoulder. She and I had actually known each other briefly in my residency up in Boston. She knew the director of Chicago General, and the whole thing fell so perfectly into place I couldn’t say no.
Tom was the one who encouraged me to focus on vets and trauma survivors. When the whole thing at Yellow Creek went down, I made sure to go on record in support of him. So did a lot of the men who worked there who weren’t taking dirty money.
Cleared of any wrongdoing, Tom decided his days of being a soldier were done. He likes to joke that his last combat mission involved me zip-tying him to a pole.
He’s doing some light consulting now for a private, noncombat security company. But he and his wife Michelle are mostly just enjoying their semi-retirement.
Then there’s my dad. It’s never a great topic, but it is what it is. And I’ve made peace with whatever it is, too. I haven’t seen him since the day he shot me. Maks kept the details from me for a long time, but eventually Tom caved under my pressure and told me the full story.
I know that after my father shot me—accidentally or not—he did not immediately run to make sure I was okay. To me, that speaks volume. And it’s closure to me, in a sense.
Family might be family, but toxicity is nothing anyone needs in their life. When you’re a kid, your family is who you drew out of the hat when you were born. But when you grow up, you’re allowed to choose. And this time, I’m not choosing the Colonel. I’m choosing my new family: Maks.
My dad’s in federal holding at the moment. I will see him, whether I want to or not, in a few months at the trial. But there’s almost a zero chance that he doesn’t go away for a very long time. Criminal conspiracy, defrauding the US government, embezzlement, bribery, torture, a host of Geneva convention violations and human rights abuses…
I don’t pity him, to be honest. We all choose our paths. And my path now lies with the man who loves me.
“Should we head out?”
I gasp, having not heard Maks come in behind me. He slides his arms around me as he growls into my ear.
Since we’re done here, the plan is to grab pizza and some last drinks at The Line with June—who really wants us to see this new band that’s playing tonight. After that, it’s a hotel for us, and an early start driving the moving truck to Chicago.
His hands on me though… I groan. It’s not even always intentional. It’s just him—all of him. His touch, his scent, his closeness. And right now, I want him even closer. I want him like I want him.
I turn in his arms, biting my lip as my eyes drag over him. Fuck, he looks hot all sweaty and shirtless, tattoos rippling from lifting boxes all day. I slide my gaze to his dark eyes, feeling heat stirring in my core.
“Going to miss this place?”
He nods, smiling as he scans the room. “I am.”
My hand slides to the front of the gym shorts he’s wearing. I tease the waist, plucking at the drawstrings. Maks growls deeply.
“Shall we…” I rake my teeth over my lip. “Say goodbye to it properly?”
His hand cups my face and I whimper, He lowers his head, and his lips sear to mine as I moan against him.
“Fuck yes,” he groans against me.
I gasp as he kisses me deeply, his big hands sliding over me, and mine all over him. We’ve been working all afternoon, sweating and feeling our blood pump. Now, it’s like we’re both on over-drive, wanting each other with a fever.
His hands yank at my tank top, lifting it from my arms and tossing it away. The sports bra is next, and I moan as his mouth descends to my breasts. His lips wrap around one pink turgid nipple, making my breath catch sharply.
“Maks,” I moan, sliding my fingers into his hair.
His hands slide over my ass and then grip the back of my yoga pants dominantly. He peels them and my panties down together. My hand pushes at his waist-band, dropping his shorts. His fat cock springs free against me—hard, thick, and pulsing. I coo as I wrap my hands around him—both of them, and there’s still more that pulses above my hands.
His hand delves down the cleft of my ass. His fingers find my pussy soaking wet from behind, and he strokes them through my eager slit. I whimper greedily, needing him, wanting him. I stroke his thick cock against my stomach before he suddenly lifts me into his arms.
Maks strides to the empty kitchen and sets my bare ass onto the counter. He kisses me deeply before he rips my yoga pants and panties the rest of the way off and shoves my legs wide apart.
“Oh fuck…”
He lowers his body between my thighs and drapes my legs over his broad shoulders. He groans and moves into me, and his tongue drags over my wetness.
“Maks, baby…”
He devours my pussy and sliding his tongue deep inside of me. Then he drags his tongue higher to tease over my clit. He sucks it between his lips, growling deeply so that it vibrates through me. My hands grip his hair, my body arching as I push my hips into his face shamelessly. But this is what he does to me: he turns me shameless. He makes me ache for him.
He captures my clit between his lips and swirls his tongue around it until I’m moaning and twitching all over. His finger slides into me, curling against the spot inside, and I know I’m lost. I try to clench and hold off, but there’s no resisting this man.
With a cry, I’m coming hard for his tongue, moaning his name over and over as he strokes me from one high to the next. He moves up, kissing me deeply. I can taste myself on his tongue as I reach for his cock.
Maks groans, scooping me from the counters and bringing me against him. My legs wrap around his grooved hips as his swollen cock presses to my dripping wet slit. Our eyes lock.
“I love you,” he growls as he suddenly pulls me into him. His cock sinks deep, and the pleasure almost makes me come again, instantly.
I moan as he slams us backwards against the fridge, covering my mouth with his. His thick cock plunges into me, sinking deep as his heavy balls slap my ass. His fingers dig into my skin, and his mouth falls to my tits—sucking my nipples as he pounds me against the refrigerator.
We can take our time and make love at times. But other times, like this, this is what we both crave. The madness. The ferocity. The way he just fucks me like he’s laying claim to every part of me.
Maks groans, plunging deep as he pounds that thick, gorgeous cock into me. My nails drag down his back my teeth nip at his neck, leaving marks that leave me satisfied and smug.
I want other girls to see them. I want anyone who spots this ridiculously beautiful man walking down the street huge and tall and ripped to see those marks and know he’s all mine. That he’s been claimed.
Like I said, this is what he does to me. He brings out the feral.
My hips tighten as the pleasure throbs deep inside of me. Heat pools in my core, and my body begins to tense and tighten. He rocks into me, griping that swollen dick deep inside as I scratch his back and beg for more.
My walls grip him, milking his gorgeous cock as he thrusts deep. His mouth finds mine, and we moan into each other as we barrel over the finish line together.
“Quinn…”
I moan when he growls my name against my lips, and my body gives in. I cry out into his mouth as the orgasm explodes in my core. He growls, sinking deep as his bulging cock throbs and twitches. His balls tighten against me, and I feel his hot cum spilling deep inside.
He holds me there, pinned to the fridge with my ass leaving a hilarious mark on the stainless steel for the next tenant. Slowly, we keep kissing each other until he gently sets me down.
“Okay,” I grin, pulling him down to kiss him deeply. He surrounds me in his arms and his scent, making me feel like I’m floating.
“Now I’m ready to say goodbye to this place.”.
“Pizza time?” He grins.
“Work up an appetite?”
“Yeah, but I’d be happy to eat right here again.”
I blush as I rake my teeth over my lip.
“Don’t tempt me, or we’ll end up leaving town with June hating both of us for standing her up.”
He chuckles. “That’s an enemy I do not want.”
“Not at all,” I laugh as we both slip into clothes. We pause at the door, turning back to look at the apartment one last time. Maks pulls me into him, his arm around me as I turn to look up into his eyes.
“I love you,” he whispers.
“I love you too.”
He kisses me deeply. Then we’re out the door, saying goodbye to this chapter. But a new one is already starting: this one with pizza, drinks, live music, and a best friend. And then forever with the man I love
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