Free Glazov's Legacy (Born Bratva Book 2) by Suzanne Steele Page B

and matches, and the electricity that is forever drawing on the other’s current.
    I can feel his cock jump in my mouth as I gently massage his balls with my free hand. I am so close to going over the edge myself because he is watching me so intently, feeding the exhibitionist in me. My body lurches at the same time I feel the warm spray of my husband’s seed at the back of my throat.
    I watch as he takes a moment to gather his wits and shed his clothing, stained with blood and make-up. I know some of the blood has to be his, but I’m betting that most of it belongs to whomever he got into a fistfight with. I’ve seen my husband in the ring, and he is brutal. I know, from experience, if my husband has a busted lip, the other man walked away with much more damage. That is, if he walked away at all.
    I know our life is dysfunctional, but it’s our version of normal. We have love, and we have devotion, and that’s despite all the chaos and mayhem we’ve endured throughout the days, weeks, and then years we’ve been together.
    I know the other side of dysfunction all too well. There are those who portray perfection outside their home’s walls, and then they fight and hate those closest to them when securely behind closed doors, away from the curious eyes of the public. I would rather live my brand of ‘fucked-upness’ than live a lie. I may live in the raw, brutal world of organized crime, but we are the embodiment of keeping it real . Our love for each other runs as deeply as the blood in our veins, and it extends to every family member. I know Glazov is happy to have Novak back home. There is strength in numbers, and we are strong in the force we present to the outside world. No matter what we go through together, in the end, we are always there for the family, and we always present a united front.



Chapter Seventeen
    Glazov
    “Your lip is looking like you got busted in the mouth.”
    Novak laughs, ragging me as he sits on the opposite side of my desk in my home office.
    “Fuck you! You just better hope you got the only tape showing our faces.”
    He ignores me and continues trying to instigate shit with me.
    “I’m wondering if you won that fight. Are you losing your edge in your old age?”
    “I don’t know, cousin. Maybe you’d like to get in the ring with me and find out.”
    That seems to shut him up. He knows how ruthless I can be in the ring, and he wants no part of it.
    “I don’t have a death wish, Glazov. You don’t know when to stop. You ignore all the rules of the sport.”
    “Well, I’m glad you have sense enough not to try because if you do, we both know it will be no holds barred. Being family won’t save your ass either. Once I’m inside those ropes, all bets are off. I have one mission, and that’s to beat the shit out of my opponent for being stupid enough to challenge me in the first place. You can’t talk to stupid; you have to beat the shit out of it.”
    “Spoken like a true Neanderthal.”
    I change the subject; having made my point, it’s time to move on to something other than my fat lip.
    “Are you guys settled in?”
    “My wife hired help to do that shit. I’m smart enough to get out of her way.”
    “I hear that. On another note, what did Katrina have to say about Logan the day they saw her at the library?”
    “She said when they asked her what she was doing, she said homework. She did observe that the girl acted like she was scared of them.”
    “She would do well to be scared of them. They’re bad enough separated. Put them together, and there’s no telling what kind of mayhem they’ll wreak. I don’t doubt the girl is timid; that’s one of the reasons Kodiak is so enamored with her. I do doubt her intentions though.”
    “What do you think she’s up to?”
    “That’s the problem; I don’t know. I don’t like not knowing either.”
    I reach over and push the speaker button to summon my son.
    “Kodiak, get your ass in here.”
    I wait for my son, and