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46: Kneel And Beg
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NIKOLAII hit the wall in frustration before looking over to the source of the annoying voice. Dimitri and Valentin were standing in front of the mahogany door leading into my office. Their expressions were grim, which only pissed me off more. “What the fuck do you want?” “There’s a problem,” Mikhail’s voice chimed in as he joined us, his tone clipped. “Carlos Patrizio knows where his daughter is.” My gaze snapped to Enora instinctively. I could sense Mikhail’s dislike for her radiating off him, but it didn’t matter. She was mine. No one would lay a hand on her, not even him. “You didn’t think to tell me earlier?” My voice was sharp, each word carrying the weight of my rising fury. “I’d have told you if only you picked up your damn cell.” I shoved my hand into my pocket, pulling out my phone. Ten missed calls from Mikhail. Six more from Dimitri. Damn it. “My papa won’t sit back if he knows I’m here. He’d put—” Enora’s words were cut short by a deafening gunshot from the
Dernière mise à jour : 2025-01-25Kings Of The Bratva 48: Epilogue
ENORA Eight months later…“It’s a girl!” Nikolai announced to the room at large, filled with glee and a kind of excitement I’d never seen him wear. “It’s a baby girl.”The doctor and nurse gave me a knowing smile before giving us our privacy.Nikolai came to me and placed the baby in my arms. “She looks just like me,” he boasted. It wasn’t a lie; she had his dark hair and the same blue eyes the Lantsovs were known for. “Looks like you lost the bet, Mrs. Lantsov.”I gave a weak smile; twenty hours of labor was no joke for this cute tiny human to come out looking just like her papa. “What do you want, husband?”He seemed lost in thought for a second, before whispering his answer into my ear. “Kiss me.”“A kiss?”He nodded.“That is all you want with a wish like that?” I rolled my eyes at how naughty he was, suddenly feeling strong enough to give a wide grin. “Choose wisely, Mr. Lantsov, you may never get an opportunity like this one again.”“That is what I want,” he insisted.“Alright.
Dernière mise à jour : 2025-01-25Kings Of The Bratva ~Book 2: Possessed By The Bratva King~
Blurb:What would you do if the man who ruined you came back for more?Lyra built a quiet life far from the chaos of the Bratva and the man who once set her soul on fire. But now, she’s his again—bound by a marriage as ruthless as the man himself.The man she once loved is now her husband—a darker, more dangerous version of the one she swore to forget.His presence consumes her, his touch ignites a forbidden heat she’s desperate to resist. But desire is a traitor, and every glance, every word, every brush of his skin reminds her of the nights she swore to forget.He doesn’t just want her obedience—he wants her soul. And he’ll stop at nothing to have it.But Lyra isn’t the naive woman he left behind. She’s hiding a secret—a devastating truth that could strip him of the control he craves.Because in this game of power and desire, the Bratva king may think he’s winning.But he has no idea what he’s up against.***Prologue LyraThe smell of grilled steak and fresh lobster filled my sen
Dernière mise à jour : 2025-01-26Kings Of The Bratva Quick Update
Hey, my loves!I know I’ve been a little MIA, but I’ve been caught up with some mandatory tests. The good news? Things are finally settling down! Oh, and I just realized I hadn’t added the blurb for Book Two—oops! I’ve already edited it, but it’s still waiting for approval, so hopefully, it won’t take much longer.I truly hope you’re enjoying the series as much as I am because this journey has been incredible! If you’re loving the story, don’t forget to like, comment, and drop some gems—it really helps and means so much to me! Plus, I’d love to hear your thoughts!I’ll be back in full swing soon, so stay tuned! Sending big hugs and lots of love your way!xoxo, Angelina
Dernière mise à jour : 2025-02-06Kings Of The Bratva Prologue II
LyraMy hands trembled as I stepped into the kitchen while the chef prepared lunch, and my dad sat in his usual chair with a crystal glass in his hands. He looked through the paper—an old habit of his despite having a smartphone. He always said he preferred it that way.It had been several weeks since I last saw Valentin in the city. It had been even longer since I had my last period. The test I took in my ensuite bathroom confirmed my suspicions. It remained on the counter, where I had placed it the moment my whole world seemed to tremble from beneath my feet.While I had no doubt it was Valentin’s, I wanted nothing to do with him after what had happened between us. My only hope remained in my father.I felt myself flush more with every step toward my dad. His eyes met mine once he noticed me, and a bright smile moved across his face.“Ah, my darling Lyra,” he began, flipping through the paper. “The apple of my eye and my most treasured pearl. You are right on time for lunch. Come, t
Dernière mise à jour : 2025-02-21Kings Of The Bratva 1: A True Lanstov
ValentinThree years later.The feeling of silk sheets and warm, naked bodies surrounded me in my king-sized bed. Sucking in a deep breath, I noticed the blinding light that poured in through the wall-to-wall windows, silently cursing that design choice.But the fog in my head and the ache that pulsed against every limb were the worst parts of all.Groaning to myself, I rubbed my eyes and tried to push through the grogginess of my hangover.Bits and pieces from the night before came crashing back, sending me reeling even more.The booze, the music, and all the women I could ever want. Two of said women were still wrapped up in my sheets, fast asleep in their makeup and hair. It wasn’t any different from my usual nights, but it had certainly been memorable.The club never disappointed, even if I had been itching to get back home with the redhead and brunette at some point to see what they were made of.Reaching for my phone, I felt as one of the girls stirred but remained asleep.Imme
Dernière mise à jour : 2025-02-21Kings Of The Bratva 2: Her Ray Of Sunshine
LyraWarm rays of light poured in from the trailer windows while pancakes bubbled on the small cooktop, sending a comforting smell throughout our small home.“Look this way,” I murmured to Charlie as I held him on the tiny vanity in the bathroom, small feet balancing on the porcelain. He found his reflection in the mirror, smiling as I ran a comb through his light hair.While I saw mostly me in his features, those blue eyes gave away who his father was. There was no way for me to escape that reality, no matter how hard I tried to push it aside.Once his hair was brushed and he was dressed, I returned his happy grin, pressing my finger to his nose playfully before I helped him down.Charlie ran through the trailer to the fold-out table on his clumsy legs, finding his place without needing my assistance.The boy was the light of my life, even if he could be a troublemaker at times. We had our difficult days, but I wouldn’t change anything if I had the chance to.Before long, the blueber
Dernière mise à jour : 2025-02-23Kings Of The Bratva 3: Strange Day
LyraThe sun was still shining when the two of us arrived at the children’s park back home, and we were the only ones there. Charlie ran around in the sand and played on the equipment that was accessible to him while I watched from a nearby bench.I was lucky to have a job that wasn’t so demanding, able to spend more time with my boy. Going to the park was one of his favorite things, and I didn’t mind sitting in the sun while he got the rest of his energy out.It was a perfect day, yet there was something that didn’t feel right—like a nagging gut feeling I couldn’t place.Shaking it off, I watched Charlie run around, laughing and playing by himself.“Mind if I sit here?”The voice tore me from my thoughts, startling me. From beside me, a young man gazed down at me with a smile, hands in the pockets of his dark-washed jeans.It was sudden and strange, but he didn’t look too menacing. He didn’t have any kids with him, but the trailer park was full of friendly faces. It wasn’t out of the
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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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Hey my loves!I’m beyond grateful for each of you who came along for this ride with Roman and Aria! But don’t get too comfortable, because Book Four is coming up fast and it’s going to be amazing! I can’t wait for you to dive back in!Please let me know what you think so far–I’m always excited to hear your thoughts!💕
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
