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Mikhail.My smile fades when I see the look on Rurik's face as he hurries into the underground garage toward me. "Is Larissa okay?" I ask in a whisper."Your sister is fine." He nods. "And she's still happily married to me."I don't conceal my thoughts from Rurik. He's one of the few people I trust without hesitation. "What's going on?""The Lanzzare are moving fast in the wake of the bombing." Rurik quickly drops the levity. "This time, the ports.""Boroughs or Jersey?" I ask."Jersey. They're relying on the distance to get away with their shit."I shake my head. "It's not that far away." My father fought tooth and nail to keep the Lanzzare out of his territory, but they're eager to exploit the void, as they did last night.The bomb at the gallery wasn't a threat. It was a wake-up call."Ready for some payback?" I ask."Always." A vicious grin spreads across Rurik's face. "Let's teach them a lesson."I can't help but match his enthusiasm. Long before Rurik married Larissa, he watched
Arranged To The Bravta King Twenty-Eight.
MariaA FEW DAYS LATERThe chime goes off, and I watch the elevator doors with anticipation. A blonde in a fancy coral suit steps into the living room.“Oh, this view.” She rushes toward the window as if she’s about to spread her wings and fly off. “Manhattan is a jewel from these dizzying heights.”Dizzying? I tilt an eyebrow and stare at our newest inmate. Larissa hurries off the elevator and herds the blonde toward me.Other than an errant bandage here and there, she betrays no sign that she nearly lost her life in a horrific bombing.“Maria,” she says, “this is Naomi St. Clair. She owns several boutiques. Perhaps you’ve heard of them?”They look expectantly at me as if I’d know. Eventually, I shake my head.“Well, she dresses all the members of our … family.” Larissa draws a tight smile across her features and turns away to lock the elevator.I can’t help but notice that her hands are shaking slightly.“Good morning, Maria.” Naomi extends her hand, and we shake. “I’ve heard such w
Arranged To The Bravta King Twenty-Nine.
MariaLuckily, I have the address etched in my memory. Larissa and Naomi look skeptical when we pull up to the shabby walkup with neon signs in the dusty windows, but I sigh with relief. I just have to ditch them, and then I’m free.Mercy’s back is to me when I enter, but the bald bartender stares hard as we walk in. His eyes widen for a moment when he sees us, but he points to a table near the door anyway. My sneakers bounce against the tiled floor as we take our seats. From the corner of my eye, I notice the bald guy call Mercy over to the bar. He extends his index finger slowly, and hell comes swooping down on me.Mercy storms over to the table, her teeth grinding and steam coming out of her ears. “Where the hell have you been?”Larissa and Naomi exchange a startled look as Mercy goes on a rant worthy of reality TV.“You just disappeared and didn’t come back? What the fuck is wrong with that? Your da — oww!” She leaps back and then glares at me. “Did you just kick me?”“Is somethin
Arranged To The Bravta King Thirty.
MariaI don’t dare speak on the car ride back to the penthouse. The Mercedes is filled with boxes and bags from Bergdorf’s, Saks, and Bloomies. My wedding gown sits on my lap in a huge rectangular box that feels heavier than a boulder, dragging me deeper into the depths.Larissa and Naomi talk nonstop about people I don’t know, and from the sound of it, people I don’t want to know. It’s safer for me to say nothing.I hope my stupidity doesn’t get Mercy into trouble with Dad. Her opinion of me is right. I don’t know anything about being on my own. I glance over at the two women who are making it seem so easy. Say the right thing. Wear the right clothes.But it’s not so easy when I do it. And it’s not like I had a crash course on how to live the Mafia life.Pedestrians cross in front of the car at the red light. One man looks exhausted from his long day. He wipes his forehead on the sleeve of his white shirt as he carries his jacket in his hand. I wonder if he knows how lucky he is to b
Arranged To The Bravta King Thirty-One.
MariaIt isn’t until morning that I hear someone knocking gently at my door. At first, I don’t answer. But whoever is knocking is persistent and doesn’t leave. It can’t be Mikhail, I reason, because he has a key to the room. And I get the feeling that if I don’t answer, things will only go from bad to worse for me.So, I make my way over to the door and, with a trembling hand, pull it open to reveal a concerned-looking Dominika on the other side.“Is everything all right, koshka?” she asks when I open the door.I shake my head without looking directly at Dominika and watch her from the corner of my eye.She pauses, staring at me intently as if to gauge my response, but I refuse to acknowledge her. Just go away, I think. If she goes away, then I don’t have to deal with whatever the hell else Mikhail plans on doing to me.But she doesn’t. Instead, she shuts the door gently behind her and walks over to me. I steal another look, and there is concern in her eyes. She gestures at the bed and
Arranged To The Bravta King Thirty-Two
MikhailToday was supposed to be a peaceful day of reckless and obscene spending, but not after what Maria did last night. I keep thinking about the solid steel doors that she breached, and my thoughts turn to the secrets she discovered.The secrets that no one else can ever be allowed to know.We wait in silence in the Tatiana Gallery, where we are meeting with our wedding planner. The well-guarded space is situated on the tenth floor of the Waverly Trust building. A bomb left outside would not touch us, but I'm alert to anything out of place. There's nothing.It's filled with timeless works of Russian fine art and relics that once adorned the walls of the aristocratic palaces. Today, their beauty masks the hidden darkness, but I can sense it.It's something profound, something dark. Something that speaks to my own turbulent thoughts.But even those thoughts can't make me tear my mind away from what I found last night: Maria standing before that painting, her eyes filled with wonder
Arranged To The Bravta King Thirty-Three
MikhailI look over at Maria, and she wanders off into the gallery as soon as Nina leaves us. Her gaze moves from one piece to another, but she stops in front of the Kuzma Fedorov again, her eyes narrowing as she studies it intently.I approach her and stand by the painting. Like it or not, she has to start speaking to me again.She stares at me, maybe surprised I'm still silent, but then a tiny smile tugs at her lush lips. Like she knows a secret that I don't."Did you know," she starts, tilting her head, "that this painting is upside down?""Is it now?" I scoff, impressed with her bold claim. Standing beside her, I look at the painting with her. "Why do you say that?"I expect a scowl, but Maria smiles beautifully, lighting her face up with joy. Her voice assumes a confident tone instantly, and Maria stands a little taller as she points toward the canvas."Do you see this line here?" she asks. "See how it curves? And then these two small dots below it? And the long line with two cur
Arranged To The Bravta King Thirty-Four
MariaThe sheer curtains stretch across my bedroom window, concealing Manhattan below. I don't care what's going on outside. My attention is on the painting Mikhail has hung on the wall across from my bed.It's the same Kuzma Fedorov from the gallery.I smirk, noticing it's turned right-side up. In this orientation, I can see that there's more than just a face. The splotches of purple and blue that had been unrecognizable against the green background now transform into a field of wildflowers. And the face, previously upside down, now smiles at the view.I lean in close and close my eyes, imagining I can smell the flowers, even though they're strokes of paint.There's something strangely appropriate. It's like a part of me is trapped within the canvas, forever pictured sitting by a window while staring wistfully outside ever since my world was turned upside down.Yesterday, I watched Mikhail talk to the wedding planner from the corner of my eye. He didn't say it, but he wanted to be al
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