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Tempted by the bratva

Tempted by the bratva

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Sophia Williams never asked for a life entangled with the Russian mafia. But when she unknowingly becomes the key to Mikhail Ivanov's dark world, there's no escaping the consequences. Mikhail, a ruthless mafia enforcer, has seen the worst the world has to offer. Cold, calculating, and driven by loyalty to the Bratva, he never believed in love-until Sophia. Drawn to her defiance, he sees something in her that no one else does. But in his world, the only thing more dangerous than enemies are those you love. Now, forced into a game of power, passion, and betrayal, Mikhail must choose between his loyalty to the Bratva and the woman who might just destroy everything he's built. Sophia's heart is torn between the undeniable attraction to the man who holds her captive and the world she's always known. Is Mikhail truly the monster he seems, or is he a man desperate to protect the only thing that matters-her? In the brutal underworld of the Bratva, love is the ultimate risk. But can Sophia and Mikhail survive the twisted games of power, loyalty, and love that threaten to consume them both?

Chapter 1 The pakhan

Chapter 1

Sophia

I never believed in fate. I was the kind of woman who built her own future, carved my own path, no matter how many obstacles stood in my way. But as I stood in the dimly lit alley behind La Rouge, the exclusive Manhattan nightclub where I worked, I couldn't shake the feeling that fate had just caught up to me.

The sharp scent of rain mingled with the distant hum of the city, but all I could hear was the steady, measured footsteps approaching me. A chill ran down my spine, a warning that I wasn't alone. I turned slowly, gripping my purse tighter as my heart started to pound in my chest.

The man before me was a stranger, but everything about him screamed danger. Tall, broad-shouldered, and dressed in a fitted black suit that didn't hide the raw power beneath it, he was the kind of man you noticed, the kind of man who could have stepped out of a crime thriller. His dark hair was slicked back neatly, and his face... His face was both beautiful and terrifying. High cheekbones, a chiseled jaw, and eyes-piercing blue eyes that locked onto mine like a predator sizing up its prey.

"Ms. Williams," he said, his voice low and thick with a Russian accent. It was like the sound of velvet, smooth but carrying an undercurrent of danger. Something about the way he said my name made me feel like I was the last person he should be talking to.

I fought the instinct to step back, to distance myself, but I couldn't. I forced myself to stand tall, even though every part of me wanted to flee.

"I don't know who you are," I said, my voice steady despite the racing of my pulse, "but if you're looking for trouble, I'm not in the mood."

The man smirked, and for a moment, I almost thought I could see amusement flicker in his eyes. "Trouble, printsessa?" His voice was rich, smooth like velvet, but there was a darker edge to it. "No. I am looking for you."

My heart skipped a beat. I hadn't expected that. I hadn't expected anything.

"I think you have the wrong person," I said cautiously, my mind working quickly, seeking an escape route. I had spent my entire life keeping a low profile, staying out of trouble. And now here I was, alone in an alley with a man who looked like he had stepped straight out of a mafia thriller.

His smile widened slightly, but there was no warmth in it. In fact, it was the kind of smile that made the hairs on the back of my neck stand up. "I do not make mistakes," he said, taking a step closer. I instinctively took a step back, but he moved faster than I expected. In the blink of an eye, he was standing in front of me, his hand grabbing my wrist in a firm, yet controlled grip.

"You owe a debt, Ms. Williams," he said, his tone almost... patient.

I frowned, my mind spinning. "Debt? I don't owe anyone anything."

The man tilted his head, as though considering my words. Then, slowly, he said, "Your father did."

The world seemed to tilt beneath me. My father? A man I hadn't seen in years, a man I barely spoke about anymore. And now, his past-his mistakes-had come to claim me.

"I don't know what you're talking about," I whispered, though dread was already coiling in my stomach. The panic that started to rise in my chest was quickly smothered by the cold reality of the situation.

The man exhaled slowly, as if he had expected this answer. "Mikhail Ivanov," he introduced himself. "Pakhan of the Bratva."

Pakhan. The head of the Russian mafia.

My heart began to race even faster, and the edges of my vision blurred as I tried to process what he was saying. A part of me wanted to run, to scream, but I couldn't. I was frozen, trapped by his gaze and the certainty in his voice.

Mikhail Ivanov. The name hit me like a ton of bricks. My father's debt had caught up with me, and now it seemed I was about to pay the price.

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Mikhail

The moment I laid eyes on her, I knew she was trouble. Not in the way my enemies were trouble. Not in the way men with guns and knives lurked in the shadows, waiting for a misstep. No-Sophia Williams was trouble because she had power she didn't even know existed. And that made her dangerous.

She had her father's eyes. The same steel-gray shade, full of fire. I had expected her to beg for mercy, to plead for leniency, but she stood her ground, chin raised high in defiance. It was amusing, really. She had strength, that was clear. But I didn't have time for denial.

"I don't belong to anyone," she hissed, trying to yank her wrist from my grip.

I tightened my hold, not enough to hurt, but enough to make her understand. "You will."

I could feel the tension in her body. She was scared, but she didn't want to show it. That was good. I admired that.

I had dealt with her father years ago, a man who had made the mistake of borrowing from the Bratva and thinking he could outrun his debts. He hadn't paid with money. He had paid with his life. But his blood-his daughter-was still fair game.

"Your father took what wasn't his to take," I continued, my voice calm, almost conversational. "And he left behind something far more valuable than money." My thumb brushed over her pulse, feeling the frantic rhythm beneath her skin. "You."

She swallowed hard, but I didn't miss the way her breath hitched. Fear? Or something else? It didn't matter.

I leaned in closer, my voice a low murmur, "I don't take what isn't mine. But make no mistake, you are mine now."

Her body tensed, as if she were deciding whether to fight or run. I watched, entertained by the struggle playing out in her eyes.

"Why me?" she whispered finally, her voice small, but with a quiet strength that intrigued me.

I tilted my head, letting the words hang in the air. "Because I do not let debts go unpaid."

The rain began to fall, slow and heavy, mist curling around us. She trembled, and I knew it wasn't from the cold. It was something else. Something deeper.

I released her wrist, taking a step back, watching her steady herself. Let her think she had won. Let her think she still had control.

"I'll come for you soon, Sophia," I said, my voice promising, foreboding. "Be ready."

Without waiting for a response, I turned, my footsteps echoing as I disappeared into the night, leaving her standing there-her fate already sealed.

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