Deadly (Born Bratva Book 5) (5 page)

Roksana

I’m curious to know what could have come up so quickly. We just met with Father and he’s already calling us back to his office. I brace myself for bad news. Then again, maybe he just wants to see us without Anastasia.

My father’s voice orders us to enter before we have a chance to knock on the door. How the fuck does he do that? I swear sometimes I’m convinced the man has supernatural abilities. Nothing—and I mean nothing gets past the Pakhan. I’m sure it’s one of the reasons his men are scared to even speak against him, much less betray him. They believe that to even speak against the Pakhan is to invite a curse.

Bratva tends to have one quirk in common: we’re all superstitious. For some it may mean wearing a piece of jewelry that’s been passed down for generations. Some hang garlic in the entrance of their home, believing it will ward off demons. I once knew a man who would never pass a church without kneeling and making the sign of the cross.

For others, an amulet serves to ward off evil. My father wears a ring with a large diamond mined from Russia that his father passed down to him. Me…well, I have a large tattoo of the Grim Reaper on my back, complete with a scythe. He’s known in the Latino culture as Santa Muerte—the patron saint of crime, criminals, and the dispossessed. The tattoo was the perfect option for me because the ominous hooded figure is always with me. I can never lose it or have it taken from me.

Some might find it strange that I chose something so sinister for protection. I wonder sometimes why I enjoy hurting people and tearing shit up. When my family recognized my taste for blood during my childhood, my father did what he always does—put me in the position best suited for my unique talents. When it comes to torture, murder, and mayhem, no one does it better than Oleg and me—we’re quite the team.

I cross the room and kiss my father’s up tilted cheek and murmur, “
Papa.
”

I breathe the word out lightly, savoring the bond I have with the only other man I deeply love. I’ve seen my share of worthless fathers. I’m deeply grateful for the strong family ties we share. I know there are those who think no child should be raised in organized crime. I really don‘t give a fuck what they think. The ties that bind my family together are forged in fire and drenched in blood. The average person could never understand.

I return to the front of the desk where Oleg stands with his hands folded in front of him, awaiting my father’s instructions. Oleg is always the same: cool, calm, and in control. I can’t imagine marrying anyone but him. He’s the only person who
gets me
.

“I’ve got a job for your trainee. How well she does will determine whether she lives or dies. I’d hate to have invested all this money only to discover that she hasn’t been properly trained.”

The cold look on my father’s face makes it clear that he’s holding me responsible for her success. In certain instances, even I’m not exempt from his brutality.

“You’ll be headed into enemy territory tonight. It’s of utmost importance these people don’t associate you with Bratva.”

“They’ve already found out, haven’t they?” I ask, pissed that news of his plans for the diamond business may have reached the wrong ears.

“I haven’t tried to keep our interest in the diamond business a secret so it isn’t like we’ve been betrayed. I’ve been forthcoming about my intentions because I knew it would draw those who oppose us out of hiding.”

I glance at Novak to see how he’s reacting but he’s unreadable. He’s not only family, he’s my father’s closest friend. He’ll support with dogged diligence any venture my father pursues. The bond they share goes back to childhood and I know Novak would lay down his life to protect it.

“The Venezuelan town of Santa Elena seems to be doing quite well in the business of smuggling illegal diamonds. The town has become a strategic transfer point for illegally mined diamonds. They go so far as to forge documents of authenticity and then ship the whole lot to cities here in the States. I see that as competition and, as my daughter has already voiced in a previous conversation, it’s time to go on the offensive. The East Coast operation is very ‘cloak and dagger’, keeping a low profile. I want you to find out who’s running things.”

“So we’re taking out our competition. Sounds good to me.”

“Yes. For two reasons: the smugglers aren’t beyond stealing shipments and it will send a message to those in the industry that we’re here and we aren’t going anywhere. Make no mistake, even though we’re going into a legitimate business venture it’s still going to be necessary to muscle our way in. The diamond business is as risky as the drug business in that sense, so I will make my move on my own terms.” His eyes are calculating and cold as he says silkily, “You know what the Americans say. You only get one chance to make a first impression.”

Yes…it’s time to bathe in the blood of my enemies.

Oleg

I wait until Glazov’s office door shuts behind us and we’ve turned the corner at the end of the hall before I grab Roksana’s upper arms and press her against the wall. Most women would be appalled by the rough tactics I use on her, but all I see in her eyes is the mischievous glint of a woman who wants to be slammed down and fucked hard. I have to say she’s my kind of woman—in fact, the only one for me.

I stop her hand in mid-air as she attempts to slap the shit out of me. “Don’t fuck with me, Roxie.”

“Don’t fucking call me Roxie! You know I hate that!”

Yeah, I know, that’s why I did it.
I grab a fistful of her hair and half-drag, half-carry her to her bedroom. She’s laughing at me the whole time, which she knows is just going to piss me off. I kick the door open so hard that it bangs against the wall, leaving a gash in the drywall.

“Ooooh,” she giggles, “somebody’s gonna be in big trouble...”

“Oh, really?” I ask, my chest heaving as I slam the door closed and lock it. “Then I guess I’ve got nothing to lose.”

The glimmer of fear in her eyes sends my cock into overdrive with the urge to get inside her. I wrap an arm around her waist and drag her to the bed. My words seem to have made quite an impression on her because now she’s struggling in earnest. I toss her, face down, onto the mattress and grab her ankles, yanking her to the edge of the bed. I position her on her knees with her face and shoulders pressed into the mattress and her ass up in the air.

“Keep those fucking hands above your head,” I bite out through clenched teeth.

I need control right now—control over this woman I love, this body I crave. My love is obsession in its purest form, a primordial urge born in the depths of my DNA that demands that I fuck her and claim her and keep her.

I have loved to the point of madness, like everyone else in this crazy family. None of the men seem to have the ability to separate obsession and love. I just know I have to have her—all of her.

I can already see her hands clenching at the duvet as she braces for my next move. “That’s it, baby, fist those covers, you know what’s coming. I think you need to be fucked like I hate you. So shut up, don’t you dare say a fucking word,” I snarl when she opens her mouth to speak. She goes quiet as she turns her face into the mattress, clenching and unclenching her fists over and over as she waits.

I keep a hand pressed firmly on the back of her neck as I hike up her dress and tear at her panties with my free hand. I unzip my pants and pull out my cock. There’s no need to test her readiness, I can smell her arousal already, so I slam into her to the fucking hilt. My hips move in small pulses against her heat, and, yeah, she’s soaking wet. I pull back and plunge into her creamy depths, working my cock like a jackhammer as I set a punishing pace that blanks my mind and steals my breath.

She needs to be taken as much as I need to take her. No one else could hope to handle her. I roll my hips in slow circles so I can catch my breath enough to tell her the way it’s going to be tonight.

“Doing this job tonight isn’t an excuse for you to be dancing up on some target in a bar. Don’t make me kill somebody tonight, Roks. You know I will if you push me. No one touches you,” I say harshly on a powerful downward thrust.

She cries out as she claws at the covers, attempting to scramble away from me. I press her into the mattress as I blanket her with my body, using my knees to keep her legs spread nice and wide and entwining my fingers with hers above her head. She’s not going anywhere.

With my weight braced on my forearms, I groan at the delicious friction created by my cock sliding against her snug inner walls. I press my face into her neck, smirking smugly against her skin while she murmurs incoherently with pleasure. Sliding a hand along the silken skin of her torso, I cup a breast and circle the taut nipple with my thumb. My cock is hard as bone as I my hips move against the plush flesh of her ass, achieving an angle that takes me even deeper inside her seductive heat.

“You stay right where you are and play with that pussy for me, baby. Fuuuuck…always so fucking tight for me. I want to feel that sweet little fire crotch of yours pulling everything I’ve got out of me.”

As soon as she touches herself, her pussy walls clench around my cock in spasms and I know she’s going over the edge. I fuck her through the orgasm, working her pussy hard to help her draw pleasure from every last aftershock. When she’s lying limp beneath me, I pull up to my knees and fist my cock.

“This is mine and I’m marking it,” I rasp as I pump cum all over her back and ass. While I rub it into her skin, I press my thumbs into the two incredibly sexy dimples at the base of her spine, then I smack her ass for emphasis as I push off the bed. The stinging impact causes her to cry out indignantly and rub the vivid red handprint. “Get your ass in the shower and get ready, Roks,” I chuckle. “We’ve got work to do.”

For once she doesn’t argue with me. She drags herself out of bed and shuffles toward the bathroom, rubbing her backside and muttering under her breath. I head to my adjoining bedroom, needing a few minutes to get my head on straight for the evening’s activities. Tonight, we venture into the lion’s den.