I glared at my second. Aleksei was a bit of a jokester and more often than not he had a smile on his face no matter the situation. It balanced my perpetual frown that was etched onto my face for years. Hell, I couldn’t remember the last time I smiled. Not even Aleksei’s greatest jokes would make me crack a smirk. An eyebrow raise but nothing would get me to smile; not anymore. For once though, he wasn’t smiling. We were in the middle of an arms deal with the Colombians. The last thing I wanted was to be interrupted. There were three other brothers they could contact that wouldn’t be finishing up a deal to handle something.
“Why are you telling me this and not contacting my brothers?”
Aleksei rubbed his palms against his pants. “Juri is in Russia right now, Kazmer is in Florida handling a different deal with the new port opening up, and Lev is arms deep in baby shit since the twins came home. It’s up to you, pakhan.”
My lip curled. Aleksei knew better than to call me that. I was not our Pakhan or Vor as my brother preferred. I was the youngest male in our family. Not to mention the only significant talent I brought to the table was reliability. ‘And loyalty’ echoed in my head that my father drilled into me.
Being unremarkable in the Bratva was nearly death wish on its own. My two sisters, one younger and one older inherited our mothers looks. They had been married off years ago. Juri was currently our Vor, head of our family, after our father passed. Kazmer was his second, a master at numbers and with a photographic memory, he was an asset all on his own. Lev was the computer genius and hacker extraordinaire. Though, he had swapped out his computer for diapers since his 4th and 5th child were born a week ago.
My brothers and sisters were supportive of me but in the pitiful kind of way. They included me because they knew if I wasn’t, no one would give me a second glance. I’d proved myself over the years. Proved that I was reliable, a good soldier, a good brother, and I would do what was required of me to get the job done. That’s how I survived over these years. Having my own platoon of men under my command, only my Vor was higher in rank than I was in our Bratva.
“Marek?” Aleksei looked at me expectantly, holding out his phone.
“Watch them. I trust them as far as I could throw the boat they shipped the guns on.”
Aleksei laughed but nodded. Swiping the phone from his hand, I turned my back on the deal and walked a few paces away. Once I made it out of the warehouse, I took out a smoke and leaned against the black Escalade.
“Chto?” [What?] I growled into the line.
“Izvini, boss, but we didn’t know quite what to do.”
I let out a drag. “I don’t need your apologies, Laslo. I need to know why the fuck you are interrupting me while I am working?”
“Yes, boss. Sorry, boss.” I had to force myself not to roll my eyes. “We ran into a situation tonight. There was someone on our territory. Specifically near the strip club on the West side. We put them in the cellars but before they passed out, they were requesting…help.”
My eyes narrowed. “They specifically asked help from our guys? Or they were asking help from anyone on the street?”
He was silent for a moment. “They knew our boys, boss. They didn’t ask anyone else. Specifically, after they asked for help…” Laslo took a moment to finish his sentence. “…they asked to be killed.”
My eyes widened and my hand dropped a bit, the cigarette forgotten between my fingers. “Asked to be killed? How the fuck did they know to come to you?”
He hummed over the line. “I don’t know. But…the reason why we even took them was because the very last word before they passed out was Morozov.”
I stood up from my lean. Morozov was my mothers maiden name. Someone definitely had to know about our family if they knew her maiden name. My father kept that close at hand and made sure that after he changed her name to Baranov that all record of her before that disappeared. The Baranov Bravta was one of the largest and most feared throughout the mafia territories. We extended our reach all over the world, the biggest territories being here in New York and Moscow.
“Well, der’mo.” [Well, shit.] I pitched the bridge of my nose for a moment. “I’m two hours outside of the city. I need to finish up here before I head over though. Don’t touch them until I get there.”
“Yes, boss.”
I didn’t wait for anything else, I hung up on him. Walking back to the warehouse after I stamped out the cigarette, I eyed Aleksei speaking with Columbia’s second, Paulo. Though, unlike his name suggested, the man was not wise. He’d tried to double cross us multiple times over the years without his bosses approval. How the zasranets continued to still work for Ortiz Cartel, let alone still breathed, was beyond me. I’d kill Aleksei the first time it happened and the man was like a brother to me, cousin by blood.
“Ah! Marek! I was wondering where you scurried off to.” His thick accent made my name sound more like a slur than anything. Sometimes I preferred it coming from his mouth like that. The more he feared me and my brothers, the better.
“Business. You know, what you should be doing instead of standing around giggling like school girls.”
Paulo clicked his tongue a couple times. “All work no play makes Marek a dull pendejo.”
My fingers itched to grab the gun at my side and put a bullet between his eyes. At this point, I’d be doing Miguel a favor. Aleksei was behind him giving me the usual ‘you kill him and you do the cleaning up’ look that I hated so much.
“Let’s finish up here. You want to throw your cash into the ocean, that’s on you. We, however, have a business to run.”
It seemed that Paulo had enough sense to leave me the fuck alone and yell at his guys to hurry up. I followed after him, Aleksei at my heels, as I looked through some of the crates that were being unloaded. Everything looked good this time. I knew Miguel had specifically said he would take responsibility himself if anything went wrong. His daughter was already slated to marry Juri’s eldest son. He was only fifteen and she thirteen but once they got a little older, the match was guaranteed. It would solidify our tentative alliance.
One of the guys came up, whispered into Paulo’s ear, and he replied in quick Spanish. He turned to us and smiled wide.
“Well, gentleman. It seems everything is unloaded. Miguel did want you to take a look at one specific crate and see if you were interested in adding a little extra. We procured these and it wasn’t really on the planned manifest.”
My eyes narrowed. The last time someone said that to me, they opened up a shipping crate full of women they had drugged and trafficked internationally. That was one thing we put our foot down on; human trafficking. We didn’t stop anyone else from doing it, that was a black mark on their souls, but we sure as hell didn’t touch that side of the business. Paulo walked over to a smaller crate that was closer to where they had been unloading the guns. Flipping the lid open, Paulo stepped aside and motioned inside.
Looking down, I eyed the two rocket launchers that were nestled in the crate among the wood shavings. “How much ammunition?”
“Twelve. Six for each or however you want to even it out.”
Nodding, I leaned down to see the side of it. “Numbers?”
“None. Never had any to begin with.”
“What does Miguel want for them?”
Paulo smirked. “Ten thousand for the two of them”
I snorted and gave him an eyebrow. “You planning on skimming off the top of the profits, pendejo?” As much as he butchered my name with his accent, my thick Russian accent butchered his language.
He was quick enough to school his face. “I don’t know…”
“I’ll give you the five thousand Miguel already spoke to me about before getting here. It’s been added to the total and already wired. Add it with the rest of the crates. Pleasure doing business with you, Paulo.”
Turning, I walked away for the asshole and Aleksei followed right behind. I was glad I spoke to Miguel earlier. I probably would have paid the ten thousand for the ammo and the fact that they were unmarked. What I was unwilling to do was give Paulo that money. Motioning one of our guys over, I jerked my head back at the Columbian crew.
“Finish up here. I want every single Columbian out of here before anyone leaves. I need to handle some business in the city. Anything goes wrong, shoot them all.”
My men nodded and started barking orders in Russian and they all started to move closer to the crates and the guys to make sure everything got done. I got in the passenger seat of the Escalade and Aleksei got in the driver’s seat.
“Where to?”
“Goddess Divine.”
His eyebrows skyrocketed into his shaggy brown hair as his smile widened. “Are we celebrating?”
I looked at him and immediately he shut his mouth. “Work. Apparently, there is a stray asking for help.”
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Trigger Warning:
This story is rated 18+. It contains descriptions of acts such as non-consensual sex, abuse, suicide, and other heavy negative emotional activity which some readers may find triggering. Please keep that in mind when moving forward with reading this story. Thank you! <3We arrived at the strip club in about ninety minutes thanks to Aleksei’s driving. Sometimes, I had to force myself not to kiss the ground when he drove. God damn maniac. My uncle drove for a bit in the off-road racing circuit. Unfortunately, he taught all my cousins how to drive like that no matter where they were. It was great when we needed to deliver something fast but being a passenger was asking to step beyond the pearly white gates.The bouncer out front opened the door for us as we walked into the club. The music was loud, smoke hung from the ceiling like cloudy day, and the smell of booze had turned sour. I stayed out of these shitholes. I preferred the business side, our larger corporations than the seedy bars, clubs, diners, and other places that were dotted around our territory. Sure, I still managed them but I didn’t need to do that in person.Walking through to the back house, I nodded to the ladies getting ready and snapped at Aleksei as he started to veer off in their di
Aleksei pulled around and quickly got out, opening the door for me. I set the poor girl across the back of the seat and debated putting on her seatbelt. It probably would do more damage than good so I left her laid across the back row. Getting into the passenger seat again, Aleksei came around and jumped in the driver’s seat. Glancing back at her, he scrunched his face up and turned back to the road.“Quick but gentle.”“I know. I know.” He took off from the alley and turned onto the main road.The estate was about the same distance from where we were now to the warehouse we had come from. Except that it was in the opposite direction. The worst part was that it was through the central part of the city. Traffic was a nightmare, but we just had to suck it up. I glanced back at seat where she was draped on. Her arms hung off the seat now and dangled down, the sickly purple and red blotches, only marred by blood, were almost better to look at than the floppy wrists that swayed as the car
Her eye narrowed and I saw her swallow a couple times. “Marek Baranov, fourth son of Ivano Baranov.” The voice was a croak, but it didn’t seem like it pained her to speak. I did notice her eye flit towards the water next to the bed.I was about to tell her to take a drink when I remembered that both her wrists were dislocated and one of her hands were broken. Normally, an interrogation would be best if the person wasn’t comfortable, but I needed her to speak more than just a few words. Striding over the edge of the bed, I grabbed the glass of water and leaned forward, tipping it slowly against her lips. For the first time, emotion crossed her face; surprise. However, it was gone as quickly as it came. She took small sips of the water until about half the glass was gone.Stepping back, I placed the glass on the table, her eye following my every move. She’s waiting for me to strike her down, I realized, but I didn’t let the disgust show on my face.“Who are you?”Her lips parted for a m
Shutting the door quietly behind me, it was about four in the morning when I got back to the estate. I had barely left the pit and missed the messages from my brothers. Juri already landed and apparently, they had already talked about the Italians. I didn’t know if Rosaria had provided the information to them. Or if they even bothered to ask. I’m sure they were more concerned with covering the border of our territory.Quietly making my way up to my office, I poured myself a straight whiskey and barely sat down when my door slammed open. Kamilia was livid as she slammed the door shut behind her as well.“What the fuck do you think you were doing? Just left, no information about where you had been or when you would be back. We’ve got the Italians up our ass and you decide to just fuck off.”I took a sip of my drink as she seethed. “I’m sure Lev tracked my phone.”“The fighting pits? Really Marek? You’re thirty-nine years old. Next year you’re going to be 40 and you think it’s okay just
“Wake up, Marek. I’m not that late.” Kazmer walked in, closing the door behind him.Shaking my head, I opened up my eyes to watch him sit down on the loveseat on the other side of the room. Of course, Juri was sitting behind his desk, his fingers laced together while his elbows rested on the dark mahogany.“So right now, we have an Italian princess in our guest bedroom.”I amended his statement. “An unwanted Italian princess.”Kazmer snorted. “A dead princess.”Juri didn’t acknowledge either of us. “I will not have a war with the Italians. The Spaniards are up our butt and from what I understand, they have sided with the Italians and our mutual understand with the Colombians isn’t enough to hold them to their word. Not until Damian and Ramona are officially wed.”We all hummed in agreement. Lev looked up from his computer. “So we take an unmarked vehicle, tos
“I would request you don’t call me Miss Bernardi. It feels more like a slur than anything.”I gave her a quick nod before walking to the far wall, where the windows looked out over the front lawn. It was quiet and the morning was clear. It was one of my favorite views outside of my own on third floor overlooking the back gardens.“So your brother decided whether to kill me, or let my father do it himself.”Turning, I looked back at this little bird. Her wings cut from birth, caged in a windowless room. “A third option has been presented by my brother.”“Juri Baranov? Your head?”I nodded. She waited patiently, her eyes defaulting to watching my every move as I tried to sort out my thoughts. I could imagine her outrage when I explained. Her face twisting in disgust much like my brothers. The nail in the coffin would probably be her wanting to choose death over marrying me.“What do you know of my family?” I figured I would put it off as long
My eyes looked up to her but she was caught in my story, leaning forward, her hands clenching the blankets. Looking back down, I continued.“Her father basically locked her down in their residence until our wedding which was six months away. Two months later, she showed up on this very doorstep covered in bruises and crying. She begged me to let me stay, that her father’s men were brutal and she didn’t feel safe.”My eyes caught hers. “Unlike you, she was lying. I wasn’t the idiot that she thought I was. I loved her, but the lovesick puppy ended the first time I found out she cheated on me. She was having an affair with the son of her father’s second in command; Ernesto Gutierrez.”“The infamous sniper? The rumor is he’s cruel, brutal, corrupt and dangerous. He’s never missed but he’s willing to sell his loyalty for a high enough price.”“At the time, it was his father who had the reputation as the best sniper and gunman in the cartel. Though, Ernesto already earned the titles of crue
*** Rosaria’s POV ***I stood in front of him, watching his face. It was ridiculous, what I had just done, but it wasn’t the worst. Whenever the men stripped me to fuck me, their faces contorted in disgust. ‘Well, at least, I don’t have to look at you to fuck you.’ That was their usual line. There wasn’t anything I could do at this point about how it looked and I was far past having shame about it.Marek was beautiful. Not handsome, beautiful. The same beauty I’d admired in fathers third wife, his second or third cousin. By then, most of us kids were already born. She actually had two children, Giovanni and Brianna, twins. They were killed and I had a serious feeling that Enzo did it. My father stopped having children after she died but the whores were on constant circulation.His brothers I’d seen had various fullness of beards but Marek was clean shaven. He was larger than his brot