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Chapter 2 2

Word Count: 2491    |    Released on: 03/11/2023

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l. I hadn't expected her to react like that. I had expected tears, maybe even some begging.

ected a woman who would be afraid of me, one that would be cr

my cock nearly immediately. Were it not for protocol, I might have stripped

dangerous, but also

idn't want excitement in my marriage. I didn't even want to think

I planned

nted to marry her immediately to en

between her legs and make he

ked a small garden. The fountain shone in the evening light. This home wasn't to be our final

an my mansion was and put me

plan had gone off so flawlessly. Anatoly had done his jo

t off. I was always underestimated, and if Sveta thought that I was going to ta

ere al

. I wasn't going to change the course of my plans. For months I had

st thing any Bratva Pakhan did. With Stanislav and his son Dimitri's deaths at the hands of the Marchetti twins, the pieces couldn't have fal

e unt

ce on top of both the Krasnaya and Belaya Brat

r that I

return. He had been the one to grab Sveta from LA, following her into an a

e. The girl was a fighter, no doubt about that. From the moment she saw

ited me

love. I didn't w

and plant my child in her womb. Once our bloodline

to disavow my claim o

of the past. Hell, families did it every day to ensure that they were part of the elite

be doing was

ng mattered not. I'd have her dr

need her to satisfy my lust. I had many others that would jump at the chance to share my bed,

y attention for

't expect my wif

ng as if he had gone to war with a tig

e red marks on his fac

ce. I knew personally that he had suffered wors

od. Maybe she will give you

ould serve her well in her new life. "I want her transpor

, Puzanov, Kovyalyov, and the rest will not have kind words to say about it. Especia

lav's brigadiers. "Leave that to

Anatoly finis

D

em. Some would call him a friend, and others would call him my private killer on a short leash. The truth was somewhere in between. We

e thieves' code. He had honor. True honor

that the boys know that she is not to be to

at was clear the first hundred

y lips. "It never hurts to ma

no," he

f the streets of St. Petersburg and elevated him here in the States. He was the brigadier of brigadiers. A man who took care of the finer de

my

ns elsewhere now that Sveta was safely under

ther seat with Anatoly flanking my right. Some Pakhans relied completely on their guar

everything in my power to keep Anatoly alive. He would ne

ody, skilled in both hand-to-hand combat and weapons training. I had been raised on the ruthless

d my first man when I was a teenager with nothing more than my bare han

hile I preferred the allure of my homeland, there were far more opportunities in LA. Here, I

tvas, two of my rivals that I couldn't very w

erfere

Krasnaya and Marchetti are in disar

ied, crossing his arms over his chest. "It might not

he fall of the Krasnaya Bra

s advanced age, he had grown compl

do exactly what I was planning to do. But then he'd started a war, a

ing

, no one that could make me want to give up my Bratva and th

he world of Stanislav Orlov. Hard to believe that the man had done all tha

no m

ven Stanislav's staunchest supporters wo

to do. I doubted that with the chaos Roman had left in LA, anyone would have thought to take the o

few weeks ago, nobody even

ad dodged the KGB. It didn't surprise

hat I had married her. Then, I would be stepping into the old man's shoes and combining the two Brat

almost

e docks. "There is a good chance that both sides will just e

g as the city passed. "And without a leader, they will be looking f

rom killing you," Anatoly smirked. "Because sh

sn't a fan of me at all.

rrying me was the right thing to do in he

ld be complete. Sure, she would stand by my arm on occasions when she needed to

the car passed through the gates to the dock on the fa

t, straightening my cuffs and

een hidden in Ukraine if stories were to be believed, and that country was going to hell

f anyway, using her as a pawn to make him a successfu

e but on mutual interest. The wives needed no

Sveta would b

ut into the late afternoon myself, buttoning my suit coat as I did so. The smell was ripe

n't wait. "We need to look into alternate supply routes," I

ho

aya brigadiers-Poroshenko and the re

earth much longer. Like I said: join or die

lked off to find those that were s

few more days, there would be no going back. In a few more days, I would have claimed Sveta, put my

t a single

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