Distrust (Smirnov Bratva Book 1) Read Online Free

married. Except, my father wants to announce it to everyone, so a ring is involved. When I arrive at her doorstep, one of the men from last night opens her door, he nods his head in acknowledgment and closes it again. I wait on the steps for a few seconds before it opens again. Standing there is Freya, dressed very similarly to last night.
    “Russian women take pride in their beauty, why don’t you?”
    “I have a knife itching to slice you again,” she says tapping her pocket.
    I hold up my hands in defense. “I was only asking. You should know, you lived there.”
    “Maybe I want to be different.”
    I nod my head like I understand when I don’t. She follows me down to my car, and I open the door for her. A car pulls up close behind us, and before I can grab anything, her hand touches mine.
    “It’s my men, they don’t trust you,” she says then shuts the door almost catching my fingers as it slams shut.
    We drive in silence to a shopping center. When we reach it, she walks straight into a jeweler. Her eyes scan the display while she walks up and down looking for a ring. I notice no one goes out of their way to offer her service. What a mistake they’re making. She’s richer than most of their clients combined.
    “Found anything?” I ask from behind her.
    She points to a very plain looking ring. It’s simple, just a gold band with a plain princess cut diamond.
    “You sure?”
    She nods her head, and I wave over one of the sales staff. They don’t smile when they ask what they can help us with. I want to walk out of the store, except this should be easy. It’s just a ring, and I’d rather get this over with.
    Freya pulls out a black credit card, and as soon as the sales person sees the card, their demeanor instantly changes to nice and helpful. I almost let her pay, but then realize she shouldn’t be paying for her own ring. So I pull out the same card she did and pay for the goddamned ring. It’s the first real smile I’ve seen from her, and I even get a thank you.
    “What do you plan to wear?” I ask, trying not to look her up and down to prove a point that she can’t wear that.
    “Jeans,” she replies.
    I stop her with my hand. “You cannot wear jeans. Come on, you need a dress.” My hand stays on her arm while I pull her into a dress store.
    “I don’t want to wear a dress,” she complains, trying to pull free from my grasp.
    “Magazines, high profile people, and others will all be in attendance at the beginning of the night for photo opportunities. You need to dress appropriately.”
    Her nose scrunches up in disgust, and I actually find it cute. “Fine! Just don’t expect me to be like Catara because that shit is not happening.”
    I can’t help but laugh at her because she’s so far removed from Catara. She’s on her own level.
    We end up in a high-end boutique, Freya is rushed into a dressing room which they fill quickly with dresses. She hasn’t stopped complaining since we walked in. I’m sitting outside the changing room hopeful she will show me the first dress, but it’s taking way too long to change.
    “Freya, what are you doing?”
    She doesn’t speak at first, so I get up and walk to the door. She finally speaks when my hand hits the handle. “I don’t want to be seen in public in this,” she cries out through the door.
    “Open the door, let me see.”
    “No.”
    “Open the door, Freya, or I will break it down.”
    “Whatever,” she spits, then the door opens. I’m inches away from her when she yanks it open, and when she tries to walk past me, I can’t move. She has on a long black dress, it’s strapless, and it showcases her neck and shoulders. Her body looks like a lady, and that dress makes her sexy. Perhaps she is sexy? I still haven’t determined that yet.
    “We’ll take it,” I say staring.
    Her hands move to her hips. “I haven’t even tried on the other dresses,” she complains.
    “I’ll buy them all,” I yell to the sales