GavrilI was home.I sat next to Naomi in the car as it wound through the streets of St. Petersburg, taking in the familiar sights and sounds of the place of my birth. I could practically hear the gentle sloshing of the Neva as it wound its way through the city. It had been at least a year since I had come home, too busy with the Bratva to come and visit.It was like nothing had changed. A swirl of memories assaulted me with each turn of the car, remembering things about my childhood and then ultimately my teenage years that my mother thought I would never get out of without dying first.She had always said that I was hardheaded and on a path to the devil, and her description of my life wasn’t far off even now.I was on a path, a destructive path that would lead me right to hell. My soul was too far gone to be saved, and no amount of prayers was going to change that.Still, I knew she prayed for my soul each night, and that was enough.Naomi was silent next to me, but I could tell tha
Naomi“Come on! There is so much to show you!”I looked at Gavril’s departing form until I couldn’t see him any longer, having the strange desire to call him back and not have him leave me here alone. It wasn’t because of his sisters. They were definitely different from their brother, but I could still see the family resemblance.Aleksandra was tall and thin, with long dark hair that brushed her lower back in perfect long curls. She was dressed casually in a pair of joggers and a T-shirt but walked around effortlessly in stiletto heels as if she were wearing sneakers.Katarina had dramatic blue eyes to match her dark hair, though hers was fashioned into a chin-length bob that swayed as she walked. She was the livelier of the two, as the younger one usually was. Her hot pink pants and bright yellow pullover clearly showed off her personality.They were both a surprise, and it had been clear to me that Gavril doted on them, his demeanor completely different when they had greeted us.I a
The scowl, however, was completely and utterly Gavril’s.“Sorry, Mama,” Katarina said quietly, her head still bowed. “We were too loud.”The woman continued to stare at me, her cool gray eyes assessing every inch of my skin, and I suppressed the urge to shiver under her gaze.Yet another trait her son had gotten from her. “I’m Sveta Stanislavovna,” I finally stated, stretching out my hand. “I’m pleased to meet you, and thank you for allowing me into your home.”She glared at my hand and I started to sweat under the light sweater I was wearing, dropping my hand awkwardly to my side.This woman could melt ice with her stare.“Maria Afanasyevna.” She took my hand in a light grip.I felt like I should curtsey or something, but I remained perfectly still as she looked over my shoulder at her daughters. “Dismissed.”Both girls wasted no time in leaving the room, squeezing past their mother without another word.Maria looked back at me, her eyes assessing again. “You will take tea in my sola
GavrilI walked into the building, Anatoly at my heels, and ignored the men gathered. Word had gotten around that the Pakhan was back in Russia, and my whereabouts were now public knowledge.In a sense, the streets around the car were clogged with people, some wanting to talk to the Kirilenko leader for business or patronage. It always happened whenever I came home that people who wanted money, drugs, women, or a business alliance would find me and try to discuss matters. Sometimes I set up meetings with a few worthy men or women, trying to keep the peace among my own people before heading back to America.Tonight, I wasn’t there to do that. “Pakhan,” one of the men near me said, inclining his head. “Right this way.”Anatoly moved to my side, his hand touching the gun at his hip as we moved to the elevator, piling in a moment later. While we were on our home turf, it didn’t mean that the threats stopped there. There were rivals, even in St. Petersburg, that would love nothing more tha
NaomiI heard the words coming out of Gavril’s lips, but more importantly, I saw them reflected in his eyes. He truly would protect me.Not Sveta, but Naomi Spencer. Even if he didn’t say it, I believed that was who he was talking about anyway.So, I stood on my tiptoes and brushed my lips over his, wanting to be close to him again. When we were having sex, we were on the same page.He groaned and took over the kiss, though his movements were gentler than they had been in the past.Almost like he cared.Tears sprang to my eyes, but I refused to shed them, forcing myself to focus on Gavril’s kiss. His lips roamed over mine, seeking, tasting each and every corner until I gasped and he swept in, dominating the play of our tongues.His hands slid around me, and he held me against him, kissing me until I had to pull away, breathing heavily. “I haven’t seen your bedroom yet,” I panted, earning a chuckle from him.“Well, let me rectify that,” he answered, tugging one arm loose to lead me tow
Gavril“Everything is in place with the shipment. It will leave today.”I held the phone to my ear, staring out of the bank of windows that gave me the best view of the river as the sun rose. “If anything is wrong with that shipment when it arrives in LA, I will hold you personally responsible.”“Of course, Pakhan.” Surov laughed. “I will not fail.”I ended the call before he could say anything else and tucked my cell phone back into my pocket. I had thought bringing Naomi here would be good for her. But now, after what she’d told me last night, I wasn’t so sure anymore.Sighing, I let my shoulders slump momentarily and drummed my fingers against my thigh. So much was riding on this shipment. Not only my personal future, but the future of the Belaya Bratva as a whole. I needed the Krasnaya brigadiers to be on my side, and delivering this shipment of women to them was going to be the only olive branch I would extend.A token of goodwill so that they would believe I was looking out for
“On one condition,” I replied, walking to the door that connected the bedroom to the living room. “You need to get dressed.”I didn’t wait for her response, wondering why the hell I felt like I was walking on clouds at making her happy this morning.Or teasing her.Or laughing with her.She was supposed to be a tool.And now she was going to be my ruin.When she walked out, I gave her outfit a cursory glance before leading her to breakfast. I had been told that we would be in the formal dining room this morning. When we arrived, it was clear that we were late.“Good morning, Gavrushka,” Katarina said brightly from her chair, her plate already full of food. “And Sveta.”Naomi’s hand tightened in mine, and I gave her a brief squeeze as my mother looked both of us over, her sharp eyes betraying nothing.“Good morning,” I said as I led Naomi over to the chair, pulling it out for her. “I trust that you are all well?”“What about you, Gavrushka?” Aleksandra stated, arching a brow. “Are you
NaomiOne week laterI turned in different directions in front of the mirror, checking my outfit.“I think it’s great,” Katarina said, her legs swinging as she sat on the side of the bed. “You look great. More than great, actually. You look hot.”“Gavrushka will not be able to keep his hands off you,” Aleksandra added, winking. “Not that I think he ever had a problem with that.”I blushed as I turned to the two younger girls. They weren’t far off from the truth. Despite my cold one-on-one meeting with Maria, my time in Russia had been nothing but amazing. Gavril was incredibly attentive, taking me on boat rides with just the two of us or taking me out to dinner so that I could see more of his home city.And St. Petersburg was truly a beautiful city. Growing up, I had imagined all of Russia to be a dreary, gray place. But Gavril had shown me a city that was vibrant and alive. And under his watchful eye and careful guidance, I could almost have believed that we were in America.Tonight,