All Chapters of Kings Of The Bratva: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

RomanI was getting too attached to her and I knew it. Nikolai had tried to warn me, but I didn't care to listen.I knew it was a problem the moment I saw her in the kitchen, looking like she had spent the entire night drinking. She was a mess, but I still found her beautiful. Something about it made me feel ready to take on anything with her.Aria had quickly turned into the one thing I looked forward to, always losing myself to daydreams of her.It was unlike me in many ways, and that was a problem no matter how I felt.I didn't want to be hurt when I inevitably needed to let her go. I couldn't hold onto her forever, not when I owed her complete freedom. I turned her world completely upside down because of my negligence and robbed her of not knowing about organized crime and who my family really were. I did that to her.And I was growing more attached with every passing day. That was my karma.I couldn't help but want her, even if it went against my best interest and that of my fam

AriaThe butterflies in my gut were unavoidable as I got ready for the baby shower, putting on a light-colored dress that Roman said would be more than fitting for the day.While I was curious and intrigued by his family, the thought of meeting them all made my heart race. They were infamous to people who knew of them, and those who didn't were better off never crossing them.Fixing my hair into a neat bun and putting on a light amount of makeup felt like an impossible task while my stomach turned. I was more than aware that I had known I was pregnant for at least a week, and I still hadn't told Roman.I knew he'd be pissed off at me for not telling him sooner, but I hadn't worked up the courage to follow through with it yet. It was a lot to process on my own, and bringing him into it felt even more daunting.By the time I was ready to go and headed back downstairs, Roman was waiting in the kitchen. He perked up as I entered the room, and a small smile pulled on his lips."You look be

AriaI barely had time to enter the house before Roman's lips were firmly on mine, back pressed against the wall.Melting into his touch as his fingers worked my hair elastic undone so he could run them through my tresses, I forgot about how strange he had been. The chilly distance between us dissipated at once, and all I wanted was more of him.Roman had an incredible power that rendered me useless from mere touch alone, leaving me wanting and frantic. It was no different from the first time as our mouths collided, melding like we were made for each other.It was impossible to breathe, but I didn't care. Air didn't feel necessary while his lips brushed against mine feverishly, pouring his own desire into the kiss.His other hand slipped down to my waist where he squeezed, drawing out a soft breath from me. He smiled into the kiss and pulled me impossibly close.There was no returning from the kiss without getting what we both wanted, that was abundantly clear.In a whirl of frantic

RomanWe were both spent and satisfied, but after I crawled back into bed and brought her against my chest, something moved through Aria’s eyes.We sat in silence for a while as I ran a hand up and down her arm, wondering why she was being uncharacteristically quiet. She felt so still—almost frozen. Something didn’t feel right.Intuitively, I had the feeling there was something she needed to say. Cocking a brow at her, I murmured, “Is everything all right?”That made her tense, and immediately, my concern flared. There was definitely something wrong.Aria let go of a deep, yet uncertain breath. She pushed herself up to look me in the eyes, gaze full of both guilt and fear.“What’s wrong?” I asked again, bringing a thumb up to caress her cheek.She closed her eyes and leaned into the touch, sighing. “There’s something I’ve been keeping from you because I’ve been too much of a coward to tell you.”My brows furrowed, not knowing what to expect.Immediately, my mind went to the worst plac

AriaMy head spun as my eyes peeled open, feeling like I had the worst hangover in the world.Everything was stiff and I wanted nothing more than to stretch, but I couldn’t. Restraints kept my hands from coming apart, along with my feet.Where was I?As the room began to filter in around me, flickers of memories sparked within my mind.I had been crying after Roman left, wondering what I was going to do. Then there were gunshots. I thought there was an accident on the street until the door was kicked in. There were too many men at once, all reaching for me.I screamed, but it didn’t matter. I must’ve fell unconscious since I couldn’t remember anything after that.The thoughts were fragmented and difficult to remember, but it was enough for me to know I wasn’t with the Lantsovs.I had no idea where I was or who had taken me. The thick rope was scratchy against my wrists and ankles. My dress had ridden uncomfortably high up my thighs, but I couldn’t do much to fix it. I felt exposed an