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Kiss Me, Bravta King 9
ZakhMy brothers would be stopping over later to speak with me, but I had a few hours to kill before they'd show up. Even though we were supposed to all be on the same team, working for the same family, my brothers and I had always stuck with each other. Without any real leadership from our uncle, and even less from Akim, it felt like we were all operating loosely within chaos.Like those Rossinis who thought they could get away with trying to bully a couple of shop owners we protected on our turf. Mr. and Mrs. Markov were one couple among many of the mom-and-pop shops in the Antonov territory, a cover business for us to launder money faster. With that protection in place, it never should have escalated to those Italian thugs coming by and trying to steal and harass from their store. If any of us had been delegated to patrolling and checking in more often, the elderly couple could have put an end to that bullshit months ago.I was glad Mrs. Markov had the smarts to call Anatoli earlie
Last Updated : 2025-05-08Kiss Me, Bravta King 10
ZakhI stood there, fuming and staring at the splatter of a mess Akim left on my floor. Talking reason with him wouldn't have ever gone over well. He didn't listen to anyone but his father. He couldn't comprehend anything complex even when shown evidence. Spoiled by being sheltered and expected to sit back while others did the dirty work, Akim was unapproachable for anything against what Mikhail told him.My mind returned to the sex kitten in the office. I couldn't erase the image of her low-cut dress and bold confidence to show off her body in that sharp business attire.Could she help? It felt like I was reaching for anything and grasping for straws, but I wondered if I could convince her to stop the Antonov-Aslanov wedding. She was aware enough of the family politics to warn us away. Her intelligence was obvious, and within reason, her independence, too. Women couldn't call the shots. We lived in a world where men ruled, even idiots like Mikhail here. Still, that woman had backbone
Last Updated : 2025-05-08Kiss Me, Bravta King 11
AlisaIn order to be fitted for my dress, I headed home early from the S.T.L. headquarters. It was a bittersweet experience, saying goodbye to those four walls of the shipping office. For the last three years, that place was my purpose. After tomorrow, my role in life would be different. I had yet to learn what I could expect as Akim's wife, but my guesses didn't fill me with hope.So long as he doesn't plan to treat me like Lev does Irina...I sighed, banishing the thought as I stood on the dais."Can't you" —the seamstress winced— "suck it in?" She tugged at the fabric over my torso.I knew she meant my stomach, but that wasn't the issue. My hourglass curves were tricky to tailor too, but she wasn't getting away with talking to me like that. "My tits?" I snapped. "Not sure how I can suck them in."She sneered at me. "Just—""Wouldn't expect you to know." As soon as the catty words left my mouth, I regretted them. Snapping back at people, even a seamstress ordered to do this fitting
Last Updated : 2025-05-08Kiss Me, Bravta King 1
AlisaToday began like any other day.I left my father's home to promptly come in to manage the front desk of the S.T.L. Shipping headquarters. Dealing with paperwork for one of the family's cover businesses was how I survived the daunting hours as they passed.I wasn't ever idle, and that helped to keep my mind on my tasks. Business was good—both the legitimate shipping transactions and the undercover and more profitable transportation services that happened at the Colver dock. I didn't have much to do with those dealings. My father would never trust me with everything, certainly not those high-risk arrangements. All I was good for was keeping the front running. I did. My days were full of paperwork, emails, and taking calls.This Wednesday seemed ordinary, but it would end on a sour note.As soon as Lev, one of my father's top soldiers, entered the office and headed to the private rooms upstairs, I knew I had to be on my best behavior. I always was, anyway. I had been trained to be
Last Updated : 2025-05-05Kiss Me, Bravta King 2
AlisaI headed up to the private rooms, seething about my father's attitude toward me, but the moment I entered the private rooms and saw the evidence of what Irina was subjected to, my lungs seized. I couldn't breathe past the utter shock and horror of what she had suffered at my father's hands. Her husband's hands. All of them."Took you long enough," Irina whined.I shuttered my face, locking down on showing any emotions.My God... I approached her, amazed that my knees didn't buckle.Her skin was littered in red, swelling scrapes. Most bled freely, no doubt from the ropes and whips they'd used on her. Semen was everywhere, dried and smeared on her flesh that still bore the deep-tissue bruises from the last time they'd taken turns on her.Her hands and ankles were still leashed. Cuffed tight with wires, her limbs were locked in suspension.They hadn't even bothered to release her.My fingers trembled as I hurried to untwist the locks keeping her in the air. "Sorry." I hadn't delaye
Last Updated : 2025-05-05Kiss Me, Bravta King 3
ZakhThe man cried out as Desmier held him back. Blood, sweat, and tears coated the spy's shirt. They mixed and merged as he sobbed and begged for mercy.Mercy? That wasn't in the cards for him. If anyone thought they could spy on the Antonov territory and get away with it, they had another thing coming."Please, I wasn't here to look around," the idiot insisted through his tears. Losing two of his fingers had to hurt, but I kept my knife poised and ready to remove a lot more. Whatever it took to get him talking. I refused to go easy on this spy.The Rossini Family were always looking for ways to get to us, but they would learn their lesson one way or another. No one messed with the Antonov Bratva."Zakh." My cousin's mocking tone slurred as he entered the warehouse. As soon as Desmier and I captured this Rossini spy lurking outside—taking fucking pictures through the windows—we called Akim and let him know what we were up to with this development. Akim was my superior in theory only.
Last Updated : 2025-05-05Kiss Me, Bravta King 4
ZakhAkim smoothed down his suit jacket, pompous as ever. "Uniting with the Aslanovs will bring strength in numbers with more forces."I furrowed my brow, hating that he would talk about this in front of a spy. "Those are just rumors. No alliance will form between the Antonovs and Aslanovs."Mikhail had mentioned talking with Sergei Aslanov and entering negotiations with him, but nothing had happened from those chats yet. Still, speaking about this union in front of the Italian was careless."I'm not sure I'd trust the Aslanovs, anyway."Akim sneered. "That's not your call to make.""The Aslanovs have a long history of lying," Desmier added."It's already a done deal." Akim shoved one hand in his pocket, tumbling his keys with his fingers in an annoying jingle. "I'm marrying the eldest daughter, Alisa Aslanov. Our marriage will solidify and celebrate the alliance that will pave the way for our critical shipment."Now the spy really would have to die. I couldn't believe my cousin would
Last Updated : 2025-05-05Kiss Me, Bravta King 5
ZakhMy uneasiness about this potential alliance with the Aslanovs didn't dissipate. Over the night, it worsened. By morning, when I was due to report in to my uncle for a so-called meeting with the top soldiers and brigadiers, I was anxious.No one would know it by looking at me. The day I received word that my father died, I mastered the fine art of masking my emotions. I'd never believed the story I was given. That Pyotr Antonov, my hard-working father, had been killed in friendly fire during a turf war. None of my brothers believed it either, but with time, we had no choice but to accept it as fact. They'd questioned it. Maxim, my youngest brother, had still been more of a boy than a man when our father was killed. We all struggled in our own ways, but I knew that expressing my feelings would only be a weakness, a telling.When I arrived at the restaurant, I was in a lousy mood. The grave and irritated expressions on the wait staff didn't improve my attitude. I caught more than on
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AlisaIn order to be fitted for my dress, I headed home early from the S.T.L. headquarters. It was a bittersweet experience, saying goodbye to those four walls of the shipping office. For the last three years, that place was my purpose. After tomorrow, my role in life would be different. I had yet to learn what I could expect as Akim's wife, but my guesses didn't fill me with hope.So long as he doesn't plan to treat me like Lev does Irina...I sighed, banishing the thought as I stood on the dais."Can't you" —the seamstress winced— "suck it in?" She tugged at the fabric over my torso.I knew she meant my stomach, but that wasn't the issue. My hourglass curves were tricky to tailor too, but she wasn't getting away with talking to me like that. "My tits?" I snapped. "Not sure how I can suck them in."She sneered at me. "Just—""Wouldn't expect you to know." As soon as the catty words left my mouth, I regretted them. Snapping back at people, even a seamstress ordered to do this fitting
Kiss Me, Bravta King 10
ZakhI stood there, fuming and staring at the splatter of a mess Akim left on my floor. Talking reason with him wouldn't have ever gone over well. He didn't listen to anyone but his father. He couldn't comprehend anything complex even when shown evidence. Spoiled by being sheltered and expected to sit back while others did the dirty work, Akim was unapproachable for anything against what Mikhail told him.My mind returned to the sex kitten in the office. I couldn't erase the image of her low-cut dress and bold confidence to show off her body in that sharp business attire.Could she help? It felt like I was reaching for anything and grasping for straws, but I wondered if I could convince her to stop the Antonov-Aslanov wedding. She was aware enough of the family politics to warn us away. Her intelligence was obvious, and within reason, her independence, too. Women couldn't call the shots. We lived in a world where men ruled, even idiots like Mikhail here. Still, that woman had backbone
Kiss Me, Bravta King 9
ZakhMy brothers would be stopping over later to speak with me, but I had a few hours to kill before they'd show up. Even though we were supposed to all be on the same team, working for the same family, my brothers and I had always stuck with each other. Without any real leadership from our uncle, and even less from Akim, it felt like we were all operating loosely within chaos.Like those Rossinis who thought they could get away with trying to bully a couple of shop owners we protected on our turf. Mr. and Mrs. Markov were one couple among many of the mom-and-pop shops in the Antonov territory, a cover business for us to launder money faster. With that protection in place, it never should have escalated to those Italian thugs coming by and trying to steal and harass from their store. If any of us had been delegated to patrolling and checking in more often, the elderly couple could have put an end to that bullshit months ago.I was glad Mrs. Markov had the smarts to call Anatoli earlie
Kiss Me, Bravta King 8
AlisaJust like that. Zero to sixty. He had me craving his presence, and I didn't like feeling so unsettled with it.No. This isn't happening.They couldn't get to anything here. Since I'd locked the computer, they couldn't find anything of value here. Still, I knew what was expected of me. Allowing Antonovs to sneak around here would be an unforgivable mistake."Zakh. Enough, I said.""Fuck off, Tolya. I came here to speak with The Doc, not wait for some sex kitten to tell me what I can or can't do."Sex kitten? I knew this dress had a lower cut than my others, but I was no—"What did you say?"He narrowed his eyes at me. "You heard me. Sex kit—"I shoved at his hard chest, jarred from the haze of lust he'd so quickly put over me. The Doc? What a coincidence. "No. Why are you here?""We're here to speak with someone about a shipment coming soon," Tolya said as I walked around my desk.Putting the piece of furniture between us would be a good buffer, but with the intense way Zakh co
Kiss Me, Bravta King 7
AlisaThis would be the last day of my freedom, and I struggled to accept that I was spending it at home.Freedom? I'd never had any true sense of that fantasy. I lived with my father ever since my mother passed away while giving birth to me. He controlled me at home and here at one of his excuses for a business.Friends were denied to me. I was educated by private tutors. Pastimes and hobbies weren't allowed.My existence was nothing but serving the family, and now that my allegiance would need to shift, to cater to my husband, I felt untethered and unsure of everything.I'd never have to come here again and suffer through the tedious task of forwarding certain emails to specific addresses. It was mindless, ridiculous busywork, but it gave me a tangible sense of purpose. I was active. I was doing something. I didn't want to entertain what expectations would hang over my head after my wedding.How can it be tomorrow? It was too soon for me to possibly adjust. My father told me just th
Kiss Me, Bravta King 6
ZakhMikhail stood, buttoning his jacket as he narrowed his gaze at me. "Can I not trust you to handle this? A simple request?"Before I could reply, he smirked. "Your father wouldn't have questioned me."My father wouldn't have tried to align with our oldest rival, either."Consider it done," Tolya said for both of us. He grabbed my sleeve, roughly directing me to the side, near Maxim. "Tone it down," he warned in a heated whisper.I ignored his knowing look and the scolding energy behind it. I didn't care if Mikhail became annoyed with me. It was a habit by this point.Men filed out of the private dining suite, but Tolya and I remained near Maxim. We'd both noticed his nervous tell during those announcements, and Tolya pounced on him as soon as we were off in the corner, able to have a private moment. "What's wrong?"Maxim glanced past Tolya, checking on the others still filing out. I nodded, letting him know we would be in the clear to speak freely."We will struggle to give the As
Kiss Me, Bravta King 5
ZakhMy uneasiness about this potential alliance with the Aslanovs didn't dissipate. Over the night, it worsened. By morning, when I was due to report in to my uncle for a so-called meeting with the top soldiers and brigadiers, I was anxious.No one would know it by looking at me. The day I received word that my father died, I mastered the fine art of masking my emotions. I'd never believed the story I was given. That Pyotr Antonov, my hard-working father, had been killed in friendly fire during a turf war. None of my brothers believed it either, but with time, we had no choice but to accept it as fact. They'd questioned it. Maxim, my youngest brother, had still been more of a boy than a man when our father was killed. We all struggled in our own ways, but I knew that expressing my feelings would only be a weakness, a telling.When I arrived at the restaurant, I was in a lousy mood. The grave and irritated expressions on the wait staff didn't improve my attitude. I caught more than on
Kiss Me, Bravta King 4
ZakhAkim smoothed down his suit jacket, pompous as ever. "Uniting with the Aslanovs will bring strength in numbers with more forces."I furrowed my brow, hating that he would talk about this in front of a spy. "Those are just rumors. No alliance will form between the Antonovs and Aslanovs."Mikhail had mentioned talking with Sergei Aslanov and entering negotiations with him, but nothing had happened from those chats yet. Still, speaking about this union in front of the Italian was careless."I'm not sure I'd trust the Aslanovs, anyway."Akim sneered. "That's not your call to make.""The Aslanovs have a long history of lying," Desmier added."It's already a done deal." Akim shoved one hand in his pocket, tumbling his keys with his fingers in an annoying jingle. "I'm marrying the eldest daughter, Alisa Aslanov. Our marriage will solidify and celebrate the alliance that will pave the way for our critical shipment."Now the spy really would have to die. I couldn't believe my cousin would
Kiss Me, Bravta King 3
ZakhThe man cried out as Desmier held him back. Blood, sweat, and tears coated the spy's shirt. They mixed and merged as he sobbed and begged for mercy.Mercy? That wasn't in the cards for him. If anyone thought they could spy on the Antonov territory and get away with it, they had another thing coming."Please, I wasn't here to look around," the idiot insisted through his tears. Losing two of his fingers had to hurt, but I kept my knife poised and ready to remove a lot more. Whatever it took to get him talking. I refused to go easy on this spy.The Rossini Family were always looking for ways to get to us, but they would learn their lesson one way or another. No one messed with the Antonov Bratva."Zakh." My cousin's mocking tone slurred as he entered the warehouse. As soon as Desmier and I captured this Rossini spy lurking outside—taking fucking pictures through the windows—we called Akim and let him know what we were up to with this development. Akim was my superior in theory only.
