Semua Bab Escaped With The Bratva’s Heir : Bab 1 - Bab 10

“What the hell are you talking about, Lily? You know that name is a taboo on these streets. Don’t let anyone hear you.” Maria, a poor market vendor, whispers as she bends down and picks a piece of rotten tomatoes that had fallen out of her bag.Lily laughs scornfully, raising her perfectly arched eyebrows.“And what do you think will happen? Will he magically materialize out of thin air and slice our throats? Please be serious, Maria.” “I don't want to get into trouble, Lily. It seems like you are not from this side of the city, which is why you feel so comfortable mentioning his name so well.” Maria says, stacking her goods which she brought to the farmers market for sale, promptly ignoring Lily. “Why won't I be, I told you, he cannot do us anything.” Lily says, rolling her eyes. “When that boy was barely out of diapers, I heard he killed one of his nannies and even right now, rumour has it that he killed his parents to take over their fortune.” Maria whispers once more, not able

Drip. Drip. Drip. The sound of blood hitting the cheap linoleum floor resounding throughout the empty room. I test the chains binding me to the single pole in the middle of the room and I find I can barely move a few feet away from the pole. I feel the wounds on my back reopening at the slightest movement. Always on my back. The pain of old scars mingled with the new ones until I couldn't tell one apart from the others. He never whipped me in any visible place. His aim was to inflict as much damage without actually damaging me so I was still presentable to any viable suitor. I sit upright, blacking out for a moment from the pain. The pressure in my bladder increases by the minute. I spot the black bucket sitting in the corner and I cringe at the embarrassing mental picture of having to urinate in that bucket. I look at the familiar walls of the basement. These walls were like my best friends, swallowing my painful screams and soaking in my blood. I had been whipped a hundred str

“Dostatochno! You will come with us quietly or get a bullet in your head like your father.” Dimitri interrupts my loud curses and wails. I look at him angrily but keep silent. I was strong-willed but not enough to die for it. “This isn't necessary, I won't fight you.” I say angrily to one of the men who cuffed my wrist and pulled me along with him. The man gave me a look that clearly said he knew better. I huff in annoyance as the man's stride becomes longer than mine. When I look at his face, I see him smirking. The fucker!. He was doing this on purpose!. “You can slow down. You don't have to prove to anyone how tough you are by belittling me.” I say angrily. The man clenches his jaw in silence but slows down a little. When we step outside my father's house, my legs involuntarily slow to a stop. The man understanding my need for my final goodbye, let's go of my hand and they all turn their backs on me. I turn towards my house, knowing deep in my bones that this was going to b

DIMITRI'S POV: “What do you plan on doing with her?” Ivanov asks as I throw back the scotch, welcoming the harsh burning feeling in my throat. “What you've always wanted me to do, brat.” I respond while turning another finger of scotch into my empty glass from the tumbler. My brother immediately understanding what I mean, whistles under his breath. “Giana wouldn't like this.” He responds while chuckling low. I shrug my shoulders in a show of nonchalance. It wasn't just a show, I really didn't care what Giana thought. I know she deserves better than me, but alas, she is stuck with me for the rest of our miserable lives. “It's a good thing she wouldn't know about it.” I say in a calm voice. This wasn't me threatening him. There was no need for Giana to know about my plans. And he was going to see to it that none of my men would breathe a word about it. “Careful brother, you are beginning to sound soft.” Ivanov says in a teasing tone. “You and I both know that I could marry her

“Brat, Brat, Brat. How is family life treating you? It's been what? Two, three months since we last saw each other?” Igor says with a wide smile on his face as he steps closer to me. Ivanov gets up from his position on my couch and steps in between Igor and my desk. Igor raises his hands up in mock surrender as he takes a step back. Another person walks into my office the moment Igor whistles loudly. “What the hell is this?” I ask as I squeeze the life out of my pen. “Just some help, brother. Since you are having problems impregnating your wife, I was thinking of the perfect gift I could get for you, and of course, this brilliant idea came into my mind. An innocent little flower who will take your seed like a pro and give you heirs in no time. And what's more, she's not as rigid as your bitch of a wife.” Igor says, waving his hands around in demonstration. I look at the wolfing smile on Igor's face and the tentative one on the girl's face and I can't help but burst out laughing.