“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
“Does my age not bother you?” His head was cocked to the side a bit and he almost looked nervous about asking the question.I stared at his chest for a moment before my eyes trailed back up to his. “At nineteen, would you have been able to protect me against my father?”He seemed a little taken aback by the question but slowly he started to shake his head. “No, I wouldn’t have.”“Then no, I have no problem with your age.”His mouth opened up just a bit, his jaw dropping ever so slightly, before snapped back into place. His lips pursed in a thin line.“Are you sure you’re okay with this?” His question came out quiet and breathy.I held his gaze. “Are you?”After a few seconds ticked by, he nodded. “I am.”Swallowing, I ran my tongue over my chapped lips. “Then so am I.”Neither of us moved. Our agreement to marry when neither of us really knew each other felt like a weighted blanket of tension. Shifting slightly, my ankle
“Yebat’.”The curse roused me from my sleep and I turned to see Marek holding a platter of most-likely the bone broth Kamilia had been serving me. Rubbing the sleep from my eyes, it was easily about mid-day with the sun streaming in from the windows.“You shouldn’t be up.”In a shocking action, Marek set the platter down on the table and dropped to one knee before me. His hands touched my bare legs as the goosebumps exploded all over my body. He gingerly touched my ankle.“This needs to not be hanging down. The swelling went back up.”He lifted me with not even a grunt before placing me gently on the bed. I watched his every move. Not a single movement was wasted energy. He was a fighter but I wondered if his fighting was closer to dancing than it was pummeling the other person.“Búsinka, you need to eat. You’re a twig. I feel like every time I touch you, yo
“Look…Vladimir and I recently decided on moving out of the city. Yes, we bought a house. It’s not as big as the estate but it’s pretty large. I really do love it. We plan on moving in next week. We hadn’t closed on it last time we talked.”Marek called it. She was diverting attention to a different subject. The women sitting downstairs also knew what she was doing. A couple shook their heads and Kamilia outright scoffed.“You bitch, we mean the pregnancy!”Bronya paled over the line and she looked back at the room quickly before leaning into the camera. “How the fuck do you know?”The woman, Sachi I presumed, covered her mouth. “You haven’t told Vladimir, have you?”Marek stood up straighter and all eyes were on his sister. She shook her head slowly.“Are you kidding?”The women were all talking at the same time but Bronya paled even mo
Her eyebrows rose and she smirked. “I don’t think that’s true. He wouldn’t have agreed to this if he did. Trust me. Juri could have ordered him but if Marek said no, Juri wouldn’t have forced it.”“But he seems the type to do anything for his family. If your Vor told him to do something, he would. Even if it was to fall on a sword.”She hummed. “You may be right. But Marek is probably one of the few with a moral compass that far exceeds ours.” Her thumb brushed my cheek. “Don’t be so quick to write him off. I know people like us are rarely given the chance to love. We do, however, get to have lifelong friends.”I closed my eyes and shut my mouth. Her family seemed to be lucky enough to get that. My family was not. I’d had six sisters die at the hands of their partners. We were sold, not partnered off. If anything, this deal with the Baranov family was one of the best dea
My heart leapt into my throat. It beat wildly and uncontrollably. I was saving myself. Fucking over my father, and ensuring that I had a place to rest my head that wouldn’t torture me. Taking a deep breath, I turned and slipped on the white beaded flats that were on the floor. Kamilia had been conscious of my ankle and I could almost cry. Plus, I’d never worn heels. I’d seen my sisters walk like newborn deer trying to get used to them and I didn’t fancy doing that now.They escorted me out of the room and down the stairs that opened up into the living room below. My eyes shifted back and forth, taking in the area. I could see a fairly large amount of people gathering outside. My feet planted themselves into the carpet before we reached the doors going out into the garden. Sachi came over and brushed my cheek.“Marek is well loved among the men. His own team adore him. Aleksei is his right hand man and best man.”“I thoug