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Kings Of The Bratva 32: A Cozy Morning
ENORA I woke up with my face to the sunset and the splashing of beach water on the ocean bank. I’d fallen asleep outside on the beach sand last night, leaning on Nikolai’s chest and listening to his heartbeat while we talked about my mother and watched the stars.He must’ve carried me inside because I woke up on the bed this morning inside the glass house, wearing his T-shirt.After the stunt he pulled, trying to use me as bait, I was certain I would never be able to forgive or trust him.But something about the way he spoke to me, the sincerity in his voice, and how much he seemed to genuinely care about my mother made my heart flutter.Nikolai was not the monster my papa had made him out to be. He was dark, cruel, and twisted, but definitely not a monster.His dark eyes brightened whenever he was around his brothers, and they sparkled when he spoke of my mother. My mother, it felt so unreal to say.Before now, I’d never included her whenever I talked or even in my thoughts, but now
Last Updated : 2025-01-09Kings Of The Bratva 33: A Normal Family..?
ENORANikolai sighed, looking reluctant to tell me but knowing he had no choice but to tell me anyway. I wasn’t going to leave him alone till I got the answer I needed. And I wasn’t asking just to feed my curiosity, I sincerely needed to know.“A family,” he muttered with a strain in his voice. “I think I would’ve wanted a family of my own. I wonder what it would be like to have a wife and daughters who had her eyes.”“You have a wife.” I had no idea why I said that. I just said it. “And you can still have a family. We can have our own little family if you want.”That was possible at least. It didn’t matter how we felt for each other. What mattered was how much we respected each other. And I’d come to like Nikolai a lot so I wouldn’t mind having his children.“How about you, Enora? Have you ever thought of having your own family?”I shook my head. “I didn’t have the time to think or dream of things like that,” I said. “I envied other girls who could have such dreams, but I didn’t dare
Last Updated : 2025-01-10Kings Of The Bratva 34: Bloody Face
NIKOLAI Enora did not belong in this darkness with me. I could see it no matter how well she hid it. She wasn’t like Carlos or me.She was like Isabella.She loved the sunshine and the view of the water. Her eyes squinted when she smiled, and she longed for an escape from this world even more than she thought.And I was going to give her that. I wanted her to be happy and it didn’t matter if it meant I needed to give her up.We’d left the beach house an hour after I received Mikhail’s call. Apparently, Mika Amigo, the son of one of the old farts I’d killed, trailed his way to my warehouse this morning and he’d demanded answers on his father’s disappearance.Mika Amigo was the head of the Mexican drug lords. Fucker had overthrown his father because he’d thought he was too old for the business, and he wasn’t entirely wrong.I wasn’t sure what Mika’s relationship with his father was, but I hoped we could negotiate sweetly and easily. If that wasn’t an option, I’d regret how much I had
Last Updated : 2025-01-11Kings Of The Bratva 35: Captured
ENORA I could hear whistles, distant hums, and muffled voices. The smell of cigarettes and diesel filled the air and there was soreness all over my body that made it hard for me to move.The last memory I had was sitting in the car with Nikolai and I didn’t recall anything else happening after that. What happened and where was I now?My hands were tied and I felt warm liquid drip down my face. I opened my eyes slowly. There was darkness all around me, but it was bright enough for me to make out the feet walking toward me.Two large feet in what looked like a pair of black cowboy boots edged toward me slowly and calculatedly. I managed to raise my head, blinking up at his silhouette in front of me. He was wearing a cowboy hat and I quickly thought of the Mexican Nikolai had told me about.I couldn’t recall his name; I guess I was in really bad shape.“Look who’s awake,” he said as he grabbed a chair from the side, moved it in front of me, and sat on it. “Hola, muchacha!” He gave me a
Last Updated : 2025-01-11Kings Of The Bratva 36: Saved
NIKOLAI “Where is Enora?”Mika laughed, his golden teeth glittering. After the car crash—which the son of a bitch planned, by the way—some of his men attacked us.Enora was passed out and I was still in pain from hitting my head and greatly outnumbered. He'd put a gun to Enora’s head and threatened to kill her if I tried to resist. I had no choice but to give up and go along with him.I’d felt so helpless watching them take Enora and allowing this idiot to handcuff me to this pole in his office. I was certain hundreds of girls had grinded their bare asses on it for his sick entertainment.“Where the hell is Enora?”“Easy, mi amigo,” he said sardonically. “We don’t want your handsome face all wrinkled now, do we?” He trailed his finger on my face and I decided that would be the first part of him I’d separate from his body once I got out of here. If I got out of here.Last night, we’d killed the heads of most of the crime families in New York, not just the Mexicans, so it would take a
Last Updated : 2025-01-12Kings Of The Bratva 37: Die
ENORA It’d been exactly five weeks and three days since I became Nikolai’s prisoner and wife. I was starting to feel like this was now my home.For the first time, someone wanted me as much as I wanted him. It may have been only for sex but then we started to like each other. Maybe I had more than a likeness for Nikolai, but he probably didn’t feel the same way.He only liked me, and I didn’t mind anyway, it was my best bet at happiness compared to living with my papa.Nikolai had been out of town for a week now, and I had to admit it, even with Valentin who came around sometimes and Maria to talk with—although I suspected she couldn’t make more than one sentence in a conversation—the house still felt empty without Nikolai’s dark aura to spice things up.And I’d missed fucking him.Sometimes I forgot he wasn’t there, and I looked around to see him. I missed how his grumpy face usually eased into a smile whenever his gaze locked with mine. I’d slowly gotten addicted to his presence w
Last Updated : 2025-01-13Kings Of The Bratva 38: Dead
ENORA“I do not see how what Nikolai does with me should concern you.” I shifted my weight to one leg. “Don’t meddle in other people’s business or I may really have to cut your tongue off.”“I’d love to see you try.” Camilla sneered at me, crossing her arms over her chest and tapping her feet. “What? Don’t have the guts to do it now that Nikolai isn’t here?”“Maybe I’m just giving you the final chance to move out of my way,” I said. Truth is, I wasn’t sure Nikolai would be pleased with me attacking Camilla, especially if she was the woman he talked about that morning. But lord, the thought that she was the woman who had Nikolai’s heart made me burn.“This is not your home…whore, and I’m not moving out of your way.” She threw the hair running down her shoulders back. “If you really want to pass, then I’m afraid you’ll have to crawl.”From the looks of it, Camilla was really here for trouble, and I was damned if I did and damned if I didn’t. “I think you missed one more thing.”She narr
Last Updated : 2025-01-13Kings Of The Bratva 39: In Love With The Italian?
NIKOLAI I’d gotten a phone for Enora before I scheduled my trip away from New York. I’d wanted to hear her voice every day while I was away and have her tell me everything she was up to.However, when I thought of her calling bastards like Oliver with the same phone, uneasiness crawled all the way to my chest and sat there, and a certain kind of insecurity sheeted all over me.I’d ended up keeping the phone. I could give it to her after I returned to New York.I had no reason to feel insecure since she decided to stay with me of her own free will but Christ, the mere thought of another man even looking at her the wrong way infuriated me.Plus, I needed to be away from her to sort out this obsession I had with her before it ruined me. No woman had ever been the very bane of my existence the way Enora was. I knew she was poison, yet I was willing to drink from her cup again and again. And even if she buried a dagger in my heart, I’d just smile at her and probably fuck her one more ti
Last Updated : 2025-01-14
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When a ruthless Bratva king wins a poker game with more than just money on the table, he walks away with a living, breathing trophy—a girl too young, too defiant, and far too tempting to let go.She wanted revenge. He gave her captivity.Now, locked in his estate with no escape and no allies, she’s forced to play a new kind of game, one where the stakes are her freedom, her body, and the very heart she swore she’d never give away.He says she’s unripe. Untouched. That he’ll mold her into the perfect Bratva wife. She hates his arrogance, his icy control, his ability to make her tremble with just a look.But hate is a dangerous game to play...especially when desire blurs the lines.He owns her now. The question is—will she break free, or beg to stay?
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Kings Of The Bratva Epilogue
- AriaThe bookstore was bustling with people the moment it opened for the evening, and a long line went out the door.The cozy store on the corner lit up the dark street with its warm light, and that fuzzy feeling in my chest was something I had looked forward to since I was a child.Nestled toward the back of the store in bookcases and boxes upon boxes of my own work, I sat, Sharpie in hand while I smiled for my readers.At one point in my life, I never thought I’d be able to say that—my readers. Never thought I’d have the chance to follow my dreams and just write.But stacks of my novel sat next to me while each person approached my pop-up table with their copies.Roman had put Lyra and Enora in charge of organizing the signing and launch party, but it was no secret that Valentin had his input taken into consideration too.String lights twinkled above my head to make the evening feel even more special. Paired with the free hot drinks and food, the rush of energy in the air, and the
Kings Of The Bratva 41: Congratulations
- RomanMy leg wouldn’t stop shaking from my place in the waiting room chair, nerves completely frayed.I intended on being in the delivery room with Aria, but after seeing her in pain without being able to do anything about it, slicked it sweat and wincing, I’d flushed.The doctor’s attention shifted to me not far into it, and she told me to take a walk. Not wanting to disobey a good doc’s orders, I complied and walked out.I didn’t want to admit to anyone that the thought of witnessing the bloody scene that was to come made me feel woozy, but once the chance to take a break from it arose, I took it.Yet it didn’t make me feel any better about it.I should be in there with her, I thought to myself, fighting a silent battle.I was no stranger to blood or gore. In fact, I had seen the worst of the worst while working, yet it seemed completely brand new to me today.Head in my hands, I closed my eyes and tried to pull myself together.“Couldn’t handle it?”Lifting my head, I found Valen
Kings Of The Bratva 40: Safe In His Arms
AriaA pleasant haze consumed me as Roman continued to dote on me, taking the time to carefully wash my hair and free me of that grimy feeling. He even rubbed my neck and shoulders, releasing all the tension left there. His touch was like magic and exactly what I needed.I didn’t realize how tense I had been until all the knots were worked out, and I sat more relaxed in the tub.With my long, even breaths, I felt better than I had in quite some time, in complete awe of Roman and his care. It was like he wanted to make up for lost time, and I didn’t mind one bit.“I could get used to this,” I sighed, eyes closed as he returned his hands to my neck and didn’t let up.He chuckled quietly from behind me. “Don’t worry, massages will be an often occurrence. You say the word and I’ll get to it, or I could hire someone to set up a massage table for you.”Both sounded incredibly perfect. I hummed, “Don’t tempt me.”“Whatever you need. Whatever you want, it will be yours,” Roman promised, dipp
Kings Of The Bratva 39: Stand With You
Aria It felt like having a rock in my gut to finally put that ultimatum on the table, but I knew it needed to be done. I couldn’t sit around and pretend like this baby didn’t exist. Like it wasn’t a critical conversation we needed to have.Roman paused his scrubbing and leaned against the tub, ensuring our eye contact was held. His tone was genuine. “I know that I didn’t react how I should’ve, but I won’t miss out on a second of raising our child. You shouldn’t have to face this difficult thing alone. In fact, you don’t need to return to work or your old life. As long as you let me, I’ll stand with you and this baby until my last breath. I will take care of you both.”My heart swelled at his words, feeling a sort of relief that I hadn’t known in some time. Tears ran down my cheeks as I was overwhelmed by his sincerity.Roman reached out and wiped a tear away with his thumb. He smiled warmly. “I tried so hard to not fall for you. The first time I saw you, I knew it would be nearly imp
Kings Of The Bratva 38: I'm Sorry
- AriaI never thought I'd miss Roman's house as much as I did until I ended up in that cold basement.The relief I felt upon returning was immense, despite how exhausted I was.I couldn't believe I had been kidnapped again. How had I somehow managed to get caught in the middle of it all? It wasn't ideal, and it certainly wasn't how I had hoped the night would go.But Roman had found me. He risked his life to get me back, and while it didn't fix everything, it was a start.Shaking even as we walked into the warm house, I couldn't seem to get the chill out of my bones.Roman noticed at once, expression riddled with concern. Instead of making me walk another step, he scooped me up in his arms and held me against his chest."Don't worry about anything, I'll draw you a bath."Lacking the energy to fight or say otherwise, I relaxed in his hold, cheek pressed against his warmth.We went down the hall and up the stairs until we reached his master bedroom, to my surprise. I was placed on the
Kings Of The Bratva 37: Blood For Blood
Roman He paused, pretending as if he were giving it some consideration. He sucked in air through his teeth. “No, I don’t think I will. We both know that would never work.”He wasn’t as stupid as I initially thought. He was right, it would never work. Hence why he wasn’t going to make it out of that basement."We wouldn't be in this standoff if you hadn't walked into our house with your guns drawn," Marco said, expression souring. "For full transparency, you were supposed to wait until we moved her. Until I got my answers and had a little fun. But you just couldn't wait. Why are you the only one who gets to bed your captive? God certainly has His favorites."I clenched the gun in my grasp, losing my patience. "And you can't be killed soon enough."Marco laughed at that, relaxing the blade before securing it against Aria's neck again. She flinched. "You're just mad that I managed to pull off what you failed to do. Teresa had been practically waiting to get abducted. It was the perfect
Kings Of The Bratva 36: Standoff
- RomanMy gun was aimed at Marco while Dimitri had his pressed against Sal's head, a warning to Marco that his father's life was on the line and that we would waste no time ending it.With his knife pressed against Aria's throat, we were at a standstill.Marco laughed to himself, starting with a low chuckle that built into a full one, amused by it all.It made my blood boil.Aria closed her eyes despite her tears, trying not to move, should she force the blade closer to her skin by accident.Seeing her there, under his mercy, was my worst nightmare. She was innocent to our world, having only exposed herself to it through her novels. Through her passions. Yet, she found herself in the position that no woman in the mafia world wanted to be in. To the Espositos, her capture was nothing more than a tactic to get us to comply, a means of having something over my head. But to me, her being taken meant everything. Her safety meant even more.I hated imagining how scared she was to be taken
