*** Quick Note From The Author***
Hi readers, I appreciate y'all for reading to the end of book one.
Below is book two of the Bratva series, and it is spicier than the first.
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***BOOK TWO***
L Y O V
I crack my neck, standing outside of Andrei’s office door. Boss is going to be pissed. If it’s not one thing, it’s another. Ivan was defeated just over two months ago. Now, we’ve got another
fucking dickhead standing against us.
Georgy Veselov, pakhan of the Miami Brotherhood has overstepped the mark, again. The man is operating a drug ring in our territory. He has pushed this too far, despite warnings.
Last week, one of our outfits blew up his operation on our territory. The man had another warehouse full of drugs set up within days.
I ball my hand into a fist, before knocking on the door. Andrei’s voice calls out from behind. “Come in.”
I open the door and notice the flash of anger that crosses through Andrei’s dark eyes. Before he can say a word, I hold my hands up. “I’m sorry I didn’t make an appointment, but it is urgent.”
Andrei stares at me with a tight jaw for a moment, before nodding. “What is it?”
“Georgy has set up another drug operation in Brooklyn, even after we blew up his last one.”
Andrei sighs heavily and sets down his pen. “What do you recommend?”
I open the folder in my hand and set down the only picture of Milana Veselov I could find. “We snatch her and hold her to ransom.”
Andrei raises an eyebrow. “Who is she?”
“Milana Veselov, Georgy’s only daughter.”
I watch as he stands from his chair and walks toward the dresser he keeps his whiskey and vodka on. He pours himself a glass of scotch and turns to me. “Would you like one?”
I clench my jaw, shaking my head. “No, thanks.” Andrei is unaware of the struggles I had in my twenties with alcoholism. The pakhan of my brotherhood knows little about me. I’m not a big talker.
He takes a long drink of whiskey, before returning to his seat. It’s the first time I’ve been in his office in all these years that he has offered me a drink. Ever since he fell for Vera, he’s different.
I can’t decide whether it is a good thing or a bad thing. Andrei has always been cautious around me. He has to be the strong, unmovable pakhan that everyone views him as. After the shit Vera’s uncle tried to pull, we need to keep a tight ship.
“Take a seat.” He nods toward the chair in front of his desk.
I sit down, feeling uncomfortable with the way he is acting. He’s usually cold and hard.
“How do you propose we get it done?” he asks, glaring at me from behind his desk.
I shrug. “I can locate Veselov’s daughter and snatch her. According to my research and a number of associates, she is attending the University of Miami.” I lean forward in my chair. “Her father has allowed her to move onto campus. It will make it easier for me to get to her.”
Andrei nods, knocking back the rest of his whiskey. It’s only eleven in the morning. The guy drinks more than he should. Ever since he lost his father, he became reliant on it. The pressure of his position weighs heavily on him. I can see it in his eyes and the way he holds himself.
“I agree, get it done,” he says.
“Okay, where do you want me to hold her once I have her?” I ask.
He glances at the wall pensively, before meeting my gaze. “Take the girl to the safe house in Chicago.” He cracks his neck. “We can’t have her here if Georgy retaliates.”
I nod and stand from my seat. “Sir.” I bow my head and turn to leave without another word.
“Lyov,” he says my name, and I turn to face him. “Don’t fuck this up.” I narrow my eyes slightly. “Never.”
Andrei gives me a satisfied nod, and I leave his office, shutting the door behind me.
Alexi is waiting outside. “How did it go?”
I shrug. “He agrees I need to kidnap Milana Veselov.”
Alexi rubs a hand across the back of his neck. “Do you need anyone to accompany you?”
I glare at him. “Are you suggesting I’d need help to capture an eighteen- year-old university student?”
He shrugs. “She’s the daughter of Georgy Veselov. Who knows what she’s capable of.”
I growl as he knows I hate when people underestimate me. “Don’t be an asshole.”
“Calm down, bro. I’m joking with you.” He chuckles, patting me on the back. “Where are you taking her when you get back to New York?”
“If I told you that, I’d have to kill you.” I don’t admit I’m not even returning to New York. Andrei knows it’s not safe to bring the girl here.
He shakes his head. “Fine, keep it a secret.”
“What is happening with the detective who keeps asking about the charity event?”
Alexi’s jaw clenches, and he shrugs. “She’s sticking her nose in where she fucking well shouldn’t.” He steps away from me. “Detective Hanson is trying to dissuade her from approaching us, but she is determined.”
I shake my head. “She’s playing with fucking fire.”
“Tell me about it,” he mutters, hanging his head. “I’ll sort it out, though.”
I narrow my eyes at him. “Maybe you are the one that needs help with the detective.”
Alexi punches me in the shoulder hard enough to hurt. “Remember your place, Lyov,” he growls.
It’s not often that Alexi lashes out, but when he does, everyone knows not to push him. Andrei may be our pakhan, but Alexi is his second in command. He is brutal and vicious, and for his young age, he has a lot of power in his hands.
I bow my head in acceptance of his position. “I need to go. I’ve got at least a twenty-hour drive down to Miami.”
Alexi nods, eyes still hot with rage. If I didn’t know him better, I’d say the detective has got under his skin. It’s unlike him to let anyone get to him. “Take care, brother.” I pat him on the shoulder and take my leave,
walking out of the front door onto the Manhattan street.
Two of the brotherhood men stand either side of the door and give me a nod as I pass through. I walk over the street toward my van.
It’s going to be a fucking boring journey down to Miami. I get into the driver’s seat and start the engine, pulling out into the traffic.
Driving never gets easier after what happened in Moscow ten years ago. When I joined the New York brotherhood, I knew I’d have to overcome my fears and get behind a wheel. There’s no chance for a brother who shows any weakness. My fear of driving was a weakness, and it still is.
I sigh heavily as the traffic crawls. This is going to be one long fucking journey.
I ENTER the outskirts of Miami. The journey has taken two days in total, stopping off at a diner for food and a motel for a good night’s sleep. Or at least, as good a night as I ever get. Sleep isn’t something that comes easy to me.
It’s getting dark, and I’m on my way to Milana’s University campus accommodation. She shares a room with one girl, Harriet. I intend to snatch her from her room, as long as she is there. If not, this could get more complicated.
I switch lanes, following the signs for the University of Miami. The university is vast, but I’ve done my homework. I know where Milana’s dorm is on the campus.
As I come to the gates, I pass through without much trouble. I pull into a parking spot and get out. A few people give me odd looks. I get it. I don’t fit in here at all.
University students don’t walk around inked to the hilt, but the bratva does. Locking up the van, I walk toward the building where Milana has her dorm. According to the records, she has a room in Eaton residence on the east side of campus.
The looks I get as I walk into the entrance of the doors are bad. I can’t deny that I’m on edge and out of my element. This place is not used to people like me visiting.
When I make it to her floor, I manage to slide into the corridor as another girl swipes her card. She gives me an odd look but doesn’t say
anything.
Milana’s room is nearby and should be down the hall on the right. I walk with quick steps, wondering if this is going to prove harder than I thought.
How can I get a girl out of here undetected?
There are too many fucking people.
I knock on the door, waiting impatiently for an answer. My stomach drops as the girl who answers isn’t Milana. She has light red hair and freckles. Her brow furrows as she takes in my appearance. “Can I help you?”
I nod my head. “Yeah, I’m looking for Milana.” She looks at me oddly. “Are you a friend of hers?”
Fuck. I didn’t prepare for her roommate. “Yeah, is she in?”
She shakes her head. “No, she’s gone out with friends, clubbing.” I don’t miss the disapproval in her tone.
“Did she say where they were heading?”
Harriet looks at me, suspiciously. “What did you say your name was?” Her eyes roam over the tattoos on my arms and neck.
She’s right to be suspicious. “I didn’t, but I’m a friend of Milana. Do you know where she is?” I hold her gaze, hoping she tells me where she is.
She holds my gaze for a few moments more, before moving to slam the door in my face. I read the move and catch it with one hand, forcing it open.
She startles backward, opening her mouth to scream.
I thrust my hand over her mouth, muffling her cries. I kick the door shut behind me. “Sorry, but you are a liability.” I knock her out with one hit, gently setting her on the floor against the bed.
She’ll be out long enough, but I won’t have done any permanent damage. I fling my rucksack down onto the bed, rifling through it for rope.
The last thing I need is this girl alerting Milana or anyone else to the danger I pose. I tie her to the edge of the bed, gagging her mouth with a fabric gag.
If I’m lucky, no one will discover her until tomorrow—when it’s too late. By then, I’ll be halfway to Chicago with Milana, hopefully.
I grab Harriet’s mobile and sift through her text messages. At the top, is Milana’s name.
Hey, I’m going to be back late tonight. We’re clubbing at Jive if you want to join?
I smile to myself, taking the phone and smashing it on the ground–better safe than sorry. When Harriet wakes, I can’t risk her being able to contact Milana. Anonymity is key when it comes to pulling a kidnapping off. I can’t risk this going south, as Andrei would never forgive me.
A club is the perfect setting for a kidnap—dark and loud—so no one can hear her scream. It’s time to collect my bounty.