Status Updates From Konstantin (Marinov Bratva #1)

My arms slip around him, my fingers grazing his back. “Is that where your genius idea of making me your assistant came from?”
A smirk pulls at his lips, the heat in his gaze scorching me where I stand. “Yes, but my true brilliance came when I made you my wife.”

😩😩😩😩😩

“She’s my wife, and you touched her.”

GAGGED

“They’re witnesses,” he says casually, like we’re talking about a birthday party.
“Witnesses to what?”
His smirk widens, dark and predatory. “Our wedding.”

AHH he’s unhinged i love him

“I don’t have an answer. All I know is you’re the only brand of poison I want bleeding through my veins.”

🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤

But Tessa doesn’t pull away. She doesn’t run. She stays in my arms. Her fingers trace one of the old scars like it means something now. Like it’s not a flaw, but a story she’s willing to carry. And that does something to me. It lodges deep in my chest, somewhere between ache and fury, and it terrifies the hell out of me.

😭😭😭😭

Because maybe he’s not just a monster wrapped in expensive suits and bloodstained power. Maybe he’s just a man, one who walks with death at his back just like I do. And somehow, that makes him even more dangerous.

“I’m sorry I had to do that in front of you. But if anyone disrespects you ever again, I’ll kill them slower. I want them all to know what it looks like when a woman belongs to me.”
He’s insane. And also kind of romantic? No, murder isn’t romantic. But isn’t it, though?

Girl same🤣😩🖤

“Did you just call her a whore?”

WHEWWWWWWW🥵🥵🥵

Boyfriend?! Oh hes crazy crazy 🤣

Our eyes collide, and what I see nearly knocks the air from my lungs. It’s me. Reflected in her. Same fire. Same buried rage. Same aching need for something real, even if neither of us knows what the hell to do with it.

💗💗💗💗

“If you’re in pain…” I bring her hand to my lips and press a kiss to her knuckles like it’s a vow etched in blood. “You come to me. I’ll take it. All of it. I’ll fucking rip it out of you if I have to and make it mine.”

🥵😫

Um what?!!?!🫪

She slapped him? Heck yeah boo

Konstantin Marinov is nothing but a toy I plan to play with until it breaks. And I will break him, if it’s the last thing I do.

Love female rage