Semua Bab Kings Of The Bratva: Bab 91 - Bab 100

RomanThe girl didn't put up much of a fight on the way back to my place.She didn't kick, scream, or struggle in any way, to my surprise. There weren't any 'who are you?'s, or 'what do you want with me?'s, nothing. She simply complied and let herself be guided into the SUV. It made me wonder if her father had ever trained her in what to do if she were to be taken. It wasn't an uncommon thing in our world. Maybe she even thought her dad would bust in and save her from us eventually. That wouldn't happen on my watch.The drive home was quiet and somewhat awkward as Teresa sat back there with the blinder over her head. I said nothing as Dimitri drove us back, mulling over the information I needed to get from her.The Espositos were able to hit Nikolai and the other boss before we even knew of them. They had to learn their location somehow, and that meant we likely had a rat that needed to be taken care of.If it took questioning Teresa until she cracked, then so be it. I had a duty to

AriaThe heat lingered in my cheeks, burning at the fact that the intimidating men in front of me had rifled through my things and read my notes. Hearing him mention any of it made me wish a hole would open up beneath me and swallow me whole.But while it was mortifying, I was more lost than anything else.The two huge men exchanged a look through the deafening silence, and a grave expression consumed the one questioning me. The quiet one swallowed hard."You're not Teresa Esposito?" the one asked, brows stitched together.Teresa. They thought I was Teresa.I shook my head, eager to get it all behind me. "No, I'm Aria Carlisle. I just graduated from university, and I work two jobs: at a cafe and the pizza place...""...you're telling me you don't know anything about the Espositos? You have no other association with them?" he asked, pressing further into his questions with disbelief."No, I just work for them," I reiterated, hoping they wouldn't think I was lying.He said Teresa's fat

AriaRoman—that was his name. The one leading the operation that apparently didn't go according to plan.We were alone, left to sit in silence within the ridiculously nice house. My wrists were still bound, yet the chair was more comfortable than I had expected. It seemed Roman had good taste.There was no escaping the intensity of his eyes. I felt under pressure beneath his gaze, fully aware I was left with the heavily muscled man before me. His voice was laced with a faint Russian accent—the very thing I found irresistible.He was a walking wet dream and the exact type of guy I had been writing about. From his strong jaw to those stormy eyes and his somewhat longer black curls, he was…gorgeous.I would give anything for a night with someone like him, but with Roman standing in front of me in all his domineering glory, that didn't feel like an option at all.My spine stiffened the moment those fantastical thoughts dissolved and I came back down to reality. Fear sent a shiver down my

RomanThe sound of Nikolai’s booming voice reverberated off the walls, confined to the meeting room in one of our clubs. No matter how much I hated being under fire, forced to take each word without complaint, I couldn’t weasel out of it. The mistake was mine, along with the punishment.I put all of us in jeopardy, and I had to be the one to fix it.Fortunately, being a Lantsov meant having thick skin. It was the only thing that minimized the sting of his shouting.My brothers sat awkwardly in their seats with eyes averted while I was personally handed my scolding.At the very least, they didn’t have the minds to chime in and make matters worse. Nobody wanted to face Nikolai’s scorn. We all knew better.He was the one who guided our family. He was the head who kept us safe to the best of his ability. He fought tooth and nail to turn us into something, and he was the one who pushed us all to be great.Even if I could’ve gone without the screaming and the red hue his skin turned while h

AriaSunlight warmed the bedsheets while I lay there, staring up at the ceiling.I slept better than expected, and I quickly chalked that up to the bed being far more luxurious than anything I had experienced before. The guest bedroom was leagues better than any of the rooms I had in the past, and I couldn’t help but linger beneath those silk sheets.Plus, I was delaying the inevitable. Part of me didn’t want to get up and face my accidental captor. I didn’t know what to do or what to say.Thank you for the comfortable bed? And for choosing not to kill me?The thought of eating breakfast near him was unbearable, even if he was easy on the eyes.All of it made my skin crawl, and staying in bed was enough of a bandage to keep me there.Once my bladder was too full to ignore, I eventually hauled myself out of bed and made my way to the ensuite. It was ridiculously nice as well and was certainly the most extravagant place I had ever done my business in.Wiping the sleep from my eyes as I