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Chapter Sixty One - Tavisha

Author: CityKim
last update publish date: 2026-05-11 13:26:03

I was so angry. My blood was fizzing hot through my veins as the big lump of a guard dragged me out of the limousine and carried me into the most beautiful villa I had ever seen. It would have been lovely to wander around alone, discovering all its secrets.

'Not going to happen now.'

I thought as the gorilla dumped me onto the floor, I could not help myself, jumping back up and turning on him, I gave him a piece of mind. The minute the words left my mouth, I knew I had broken all the rules Mat
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  • The Bratva Biker Girl   Chapter Sixty Seven - Tavisha

    'I am not going to cry.''I am not going to cry.'I chanted to myself as I lay curled on the cold, damp floor. They did not know of my past, of the traumas my father had put me through. At the age of five, he had his men build a small room at the back of the compound. It was dark, damp, and windowless, and every time he believed I had done something wrong, I was locked inside it. I was a tiny, helpless child, and I was terrified of the dark and enclosed spaces, and my father knew it. As I grew older, it made me develop extreme claustrophobia; so being confined in small, damp places sent me into a full-blown panic attack. I tried everything I could, all the measures I had been taught, but as the hours ticked by, my breathing grew more and more laboured. I started counting to get oxygen into my slowly shrinking lungs. 'One, two, three.'It's not working. My chest is getting tighter with each breath, and silent tears stream down my cheeks as I realise I am going to die here. No one can

  • The Bratva Biker Girl   Chapter Sixty Six - Santino

    I found myself smiling when I saw her delight at the new dresses. This time I had got it right, all three of them were perfect for her. I was pleased she did not know I was watching her, and I could not wait to show her off in one of those dresses. She appeared to be settling down and accepting her fate; she had finally begun to eat, but it had been concerning when the maids brought her plates back untouched. 'Quanto potrei sbagliarmi?' [How wrong could I be?]I thought angrily a couple of hours later when I had some spare time and tuned into her live feed. 'Come diavolo aveva trovato quel pezzo di legno?' [How the fuck had she found that piece of wood?] Furious, I called in my security team and decided she needed to be taught a lesson; a couple of days in one of my holding cells would bring her to heel, even hardened criminals hated being locked up down there. When they entered her room, I was surprised when she did not put up a fight, and when I saw her curled up in the cel

  • The Bratva Biker Girl   Chapter Sixty Five - Tavisha

    I had showered and put on the silky, soft pyjamas. It felt good to be in clean clothes, but I really wanted my jeans back, and I knew this was a power struggle between us. He was trying to control me by refusing to allow me to choose my own clothes. The maid told me that if I refused, I would be forced to wear only my underwear or even go naked. I wasn't stupid; I had seen the way my father's men had done similar things because they were bigger and stronger than the women, and they always used that advantage. It wasn't fair, but there was nothing we women could do about the disadvantages nature had given us, so we had to learn to be clever. I had learned from the very best, but it was my secret to keep. I knew I would only have one chance to escape this hell I found myself in, so I would wait, observe, plan and strike only when I was certain of success. I had expected to be punished for refusing to wear either dress and waited with a little trepidation for the Grand Don to return.

  • The Bratva Biker Girl   Chapter Sixty Four - Santino

    I ordered my feisty little captive to be detained alone in the room we had prepared for her. My security team had gone over it with a fine-tooth comb. There was nothing in it that she could use as a weapon, either to hurt herself or me. There was also only one way out, through the door; all the windows had been secured, so she could not open them. When I began her training, she would learn that obedience brought her privileges, and, much more quickly, that her continued disobedience would bring her punishment. She had disrespected me twice, and I had allowed it because she did not know my rules, but from Saturday night onward, she would be fast-tracked. It was the night of the Mafia Family Ball. All twelve of the most powerful Mafia families from around the world would

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    I heard the lock on the door click, and stopped my perusal of the beautiful view, quickly getting off the bed; I did not want to be in such a vulnerable position. Santino watched me from the doorway, his beautiful cornflower eyes amused at my actions.'There's nowhere to run, little tigress.'He drawled in his soft Italian accent, crossing his arms over his broad chest.'Come here.'He ordered, coming further into the room, his eyes never leaving mine, but I remained where I was, shaking my head.'Go fuck yourself.'I snapped back at him, clenching my fists; his eyes turned navy with anger at my flippant attitude.'You will learn to show me respect, little tigress.'He took a step towards me, and I took a step back. His grin became predatory as he took another step and then another until he had me caged against the wall, his hands on either side of my face. Bending his head, his breath was hot against my ear.'You. Are. Mine.'He hissed, then licked down my neck and along my jaw until

  • The Bratva Biker Girl   Chapter Sixty Two - Killian

    Her phone call had devastated me.He had her, and she was already on his private jet heading toward Sicily. It took all the persuasive powers of Liam, Cormack, Sean and Keane to get me to leave that train station and return to our compound. When I got there, I slumped into a chair in the bar and drank myself into a stupor. They put me to bed, and I did it all over again the next day, and the next, and the next. It became a pattern as I sank into a deep depression that no one could drag me out of.I knew the MC was collapsing around me, but I couldn't drag myself out of my self-pity to care; all I wanted was Tavisha, and I blamed myself for her ending up in Sicily. In my head, I wished that Pavel were still alive, so I could have tortured him and made him suffer in the way I was suffering. It was a shock to me when Miguel and Juan sent me a message to meet them at the Border. I dragged myself to my room, showered, then dressed in my traditional MC President clothes, black Levi jeans,

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