All Chapters of Arranged To The Bravta King: Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

ZAKHARI try my best to stop Aria, begging her to slow down or at least stop hitting our trucks. She laughs as I beg, her lips touching my bare skin, and then I start begging for other things. We meet in my little rented beach house, and I leave her safely in bed as I rush to the city.I don't understand the text.The elevator doors open, and I hurry into the office to find Gennady pacing."What is it? What has happened?""I sent my boy," he replies, and I frown in confusion. "I sent Desmier to carry out the hit against D'Artello. I have intel from Gunsyn that D'Artello is in Secaucus."I shake my head, knowing it's not true, but I can't say how I know. "I should be there." I dash out of the office before Gennady can tell me to come back. All types of scenarios flash into my head. Each one is worse than the next, but I wasn't planning to see what I saw.The building in Secaucus is surrounded by vehicles, and I risk getting hit as I dash across the busy highway. From outside, I hear sh

MariaThe ringtone makes me jump in the still safe house.As the call connects, I focus on Mikhail and try to draw strength from him. But my hands tremble, and I can't help but feel guilt gnawing at me."Put it on FaceTime." Alexander's voice is devoid of emotion.Mikhail swipes his finger across the screen. His expression is focused, and his jaw is set as he mentally prepares for whatever he will see. Mikhail presses his lips into a thin line, indicating the image is worse than I had anticipated."Maria," Dad says quietly, "be ready for anything."My pulse quickens, and blood pounds in my ears as I brace myself for whatever may be on the screen. I know it will be Mercy. Holding myself tight, I have to look and face it head-on. I had many chances to insist that Mikhail let her go. I could have spoken up and insisted Mikhail bring Mercy with us to the bar.My daughter would've also been safe under my protection. You should know that, my niece.But my only concern was me, and I foolishl

MikhailA young man with a slight limp greets us, his somber expression ruthless despite his lack of agility. "Mikhail Ivanov." He extends his hand. "I am Viktor Krasnov. I will be your contact during your stay.""Thank you." My reply is more reflexive than sincere. "I appreciate your hospitality."Viktor nods slightly, and we instantly understand the circumstances that have brought us together. In our world, a guest is someone who needs to hide or is being hidden away. I look around in wonder at the country inn located outside of Twin Rivers. Inside, the building is relaxed and homey, not the over-the-top display of wealth I expect from someone of Andrei Barinov's importance. I grin at the quaint pictures on the wall of farmers working and marvel at the fireplace made entirely of river stones."Does someone live here?" I ask, looking at a knitted throw tossed over a stuffed armchair."Not at this time of year," replies Viktor. "It's privately owned by Paige Barinov. When it's not in

MariaA light drizzle stops, leaving the concrete drive a dark gray. Birds begin to chirp, and the racket puts me on edge. Mikhail sits across from me, clenching his empty holster in his hand. A guard stands near the front door, and his gaze never leaves the small window as he watches for the SUV to arrive."Uncle Vito will be here soon," I say to no one."They just pulled up," replies the guard.Mikhail nods solemnly, and the guilt gnaws at me. I used our baby to convince him to contact Uncle Vito. But it didn't make sense for them to work separately for the same purpose. I was desperate to do something. Something that makes sense, but as much as I wanted to believe we could save Mercy, it might already be too late.Uncle Vito arrives in an armored SUV with blackout windows, which conceals the route to the safe house. As agreed, his phone and gun are confiscated, and he is allowed two bodyguards. Exiting the vehicle, my uncle stops long enough to admire the inn—a quaint stone structu

MariaAs we drive away from the inn, I wonder how she did it. How did Paige Barinov convince her husband to leave the Bratva? I zone out as my father and Mikhail debate Vito's offer to set up a meeting with the Lanzzare. It won't be long before Vito contacts us with their decision.As the SUV approaches the Sorokin estate, I shiver as I gaze at the imposing, solitary fortress overlooking the ocean. The melancholy estate looms ahead of us, and I start to regret suggesting we return here, but where else could we go? I hope Uncle Vito is successful, but meeting with the Lanzzare is also riddled with risks. I glance at Niko, his gaze fixed on the road, and then at Dad, who tries to hide his unease behind a mask of indifference. The tension in the car is stifling, and I wonder if I'll go mad before all of this ends.We round a bend, driving along a narrow road barely wide enough for our SUV. A lone man appears beside the road, dressed in black clothes and holding a rifle. He eyes us for a