All Chapters of Kings Of The Bratva: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

ENORA I woke up with my face to the sunset and the splashing of beach water on the ocean bank. I’d fallen asleep outside on the beach sand last night, leaning on Nikolai’s chest and listening to his heartbeat while we talked about my mother and watched the stars.He must’ve carried me inside because I woke up on the bed this morning inside the glass house, wearing his T-shirt.After the stunt he pulled, trying to use me as bait, I was certain I would never be able to forgive or trust him.But something about the way he spoke to me, the sincerity in his voice, and how much he seemed to genuinely care about my mother made my heart flutter.Nikolai was not the monster my papa had made him out to be. He was dark, cruel, and twisted, but definitely not a monster.His dark eyes brightened whenever he was around his brothers, and they sparkled when he spoke of my mother. My mother, it felt so unreal to say.Before now, I’d never included her whenever I talked or even in my thoughts, but now

NIKOLAI Enora did not belong in this darkness with me. I could see it no matter how well she hid it. She wasn’t like Carlos or me.She was like Isabella.She loved the sunshine and the view of the water. Her eyes squinted when she smiled, and she longed for an escape from this world even more than she thought.And I was going to give her that. I wanted her to be happy and it didn’t matter if it meant I needed to give her up.We’d left the beach house an hour after I received Mikhail’s call. Apparently, Mika Amigo, the son of one of the old farts I’d killed, trailed his way to my warehouse this morning and he’d demanded answers on his father’s disappearance.Mika Amigo was the head of the Mexican drug lords. Fucker had overthrown his father because he’d thought he was too old for the business, and he wasn’t entirely wrong.I wasn’t sure what Mika’s relationship with his father was, but I hoped we could negotiate sweetly and easily. If that wasn’t an option, I’d regret how much I had

NIKOLAI “Where is Enora?”Mika laughed, his golden teeth glittering. After the car crash—which the son of a bitch planned, by the way—some of his men attacked us.Enora was passed out and I was still in pain from hitting my head and greatly outnumbered. He'd put a gun to Enora’s head and threatened to kill her if I tried to resist. I had no choice but to give up and go along with him.I’d felt so helpless watching them take Enora and allowing this idiot to handcuff me to this pole in his office. I was certain hundreds of girls had grinded their bare asses on it for his sick entertainment.“Where the hell is Enora?”“Easy, mi amigo,” he said sardonically. “We don’t want your handsome face all wrinkled now, do we?” He trailed his finger on my face and I decided that would be the first part of him I’d separate from his body once I got out of here. If I got out of here.Last night, we’d killed the heads of most of the crime families in New York, not just the Mexicans, so it would take a

ENORA“I do not see how what Nikolai does with me should concern you.” I shifted my weight to one leg. “Don’t meddle in other people’s business or I may really have to cut your tongue off.”“I’d love to see you try.” Camilla sneered at me, crossing her arms over her chest and tapping her feet. “What? Don’t have the guts to do it now that Nikolai isn’t here?”“Maybe I’m just giving you the final chance to move out of my way,” I said. Truth is, I wasn’t sure Nikolai would be pleased with me attacking Camilla, especially if she was the woman he talked about that morning. But lord, the thought that she was the woman who had Nikolai’s heart made me burn.“This is not your home…whore, and I’m not moving out of your way.” She threw the hair running down her shoulders back. “If you really want to pass, then I’m afraid you’ll have to crawl.”From the looks of it, Camilla was really here for trouble, and I was damned if I did and damned if I didn’t. “I think you missed one more thing.”She narr

ENORA “What the hell do you mean by pregnant?” I asked, completely stunned by the new revelation, as if I’d not been having unprotected sex for the past month. I looked to Nikolai for a reaction, but he was holding his usual expressionless stare.“Four weeks pregnant,” the doctor specified. “There’s a possibility you would have lost your baby if you stayed in the pool any longer.”My heart clenched, both because I’d just found out I was carrying my enemy’s child and because I didn’t want the baby to be hurt for any reason. I hadn’t even met it yet, nor had I even been awake for five minutes since I got to know of its existence, yet I somehow felt the need to keep it safe.My life couldn’t be more fucked up than it is right now, thanks to a certain Nikolai Lantsov and myself for not keeping my legs together or even requesting a condom.“You should get enough rest, also eat a lot of iron-rich foods,” he explained. “Your iron levels are really low. It’s the primary cause of your fatigue.