A Sense of Duty (Volkov Bratva #2) Read Online Sam Crescent

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Mafia, Romance, Virgin Tags Authors: Series: Volkov Bratva Series by Sam Crescent
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Total pages in book: 97
Estimated words: 92133 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 461(@200wpm)___ 369(@250wpm)___ 307(@300wpm)
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My dick ached. I wanted her so badly. So, so bad.

I craved her.

Hungered for her.

Was desperate for her.

But, I controlled myself, and waited. Adelaide wasn’t ready for me.

I expected her to take a long time, but she surprised me again by being ready within a matter of ten minutes. Her long brown locks were pinned atop her head in a messy bun. She wore a shirt that had seen better days, looked heavily washed, and torn jeans.

This made Adelaide different from other women. No one else would have allowed me to see her looking anything but perfect. Adelaide had no makeup and no jewelry other than the garish wedding ring that was a statement to the world and to her family. She wore clothes that didn’t even have a designer label. She looked perfect to me—the complete opposite of the women I normally went for.

“Ready?” she asked.

“You’re sure you want to go out like that?”

“Yep.”

“Okay.” I wondered if she would take me shopping and force me to sit through hours of her trying on new clothes. She had an entire closet I’d chosen for her. This had to be one of her old outfits that she’d brought along with her. Her parents had gotten rid of most of her stuff, but it would seem Adelaide knew what to do.

We left my penthouse. I nodded at Terrance. He’d be following behind us in the second car. So that Adelaide didn’t feel so aware of her position, I was driving us wherever she wanted to go. I still had her cell phone in my pocket. I’d not switched it on, but I knew her whole life was there. She wasn’t on social media of any kind. Her cell phone was just used for calls, texts, and very rarely for emails. She kept to herself mostly.

“Where would you like to go?” I asked, expecting her to tell me the name of a mall.

She tells me the location but not the name. I’ve never heard of it before and have no choice but to type it into the navigator to be pointed in the general direction.

“I could have told you where to go,” she said.

“It’s fine.”

“Aren’t all guys against getting directions?”

“This is not getting directions. I’ve never had to talk to anyone to get what I want.”

She chuckled and I chanced a glance at her.

“Is this some exclusive boutique?” I asked.

“Please, I hate shopping.”

“I find that hard to believe…”

“Why? Because that was all my sister told you to do?” She snorted. “Bethany and I are nothing alike. If you wanted a wife who liked to shop, then you should have married her.”

I gripped the steering wheel, annoyed with her.

Bethany bored me. She always tried too hard. I know she made everyone believe we were fucking, and we weren’t. She never aroused me. Her voice always had that edge of whining to it. I hated hearing her talk. To be honest, the only reason I took her with me on business trips, apart from the fact she was supposed to be with me, was the distraction she provided. I knew she slept with everything that had a dick. She tried to get a rise out of me, but I just didn’t care. Her pussy was already well-used before I came along.

“You owe me my cell phone.”

After last night, I expected her to be scared, or at the very least worried about being in the same room as me. This woman made no sense. Rather than act scared, she seemed to be talking back. When had Adelaide grown a spine? The shaken, panic-stricken woman of our wedding was long gone. In her place sat a very beautiful and determined female.

She reached for the window and pressed the button, letting in the fresh air. Adelaide tilted her head toward it. This was the first time during the day she’d been outside. The only other time I’d taken her out was during our dinner with Ivan and Slavik.

“I don’t owe you anything.”

“That means you’re not a man of your word, and you lied.”

Irritated, I reached into my pants pocket and handed her the cell phone she was so anxious about.

“What are you doing?”

“I’m a man of my word. That means I tell you the truth, and I expect the same in return.”

“I have no reason to lie to you.”

“There is always a reason to lie.”

Out of the corner of my eye, I watched her press the power button. “It’s dead.”

It would be. I didn’t waste time charging it. That was the other reason I hadn’t given her the cell phone. She would need time to charge it, even when we made it home. She pulled down the glove box, shoved her phone inside, and closed it. I expected her to be angry.

She stared out the window. Her hand was cruising out of the window, sliding up and down.


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