Kings Of The Bratva의 모든 챕터: 챕터 81 - 챕터 90

LyraPain cracked through my head, the first thing I registered as I came to.Even while I was waking up, my eyes wouldn’t open. The dull ache all over my body lingered, immediately telling me something wasn’t right. Something had happened, and I couldn’t remember it yet.Little by little, my lashes pulled apart, but I couldn’t focus on the room around me yet. Groggy, I tried to look around as pieces came to me.I went to move, to put my arms in a more comfortable position, by they stopped and couldn’t go any further. The jingle of metal sounded familiar, along with the way it bit into my skin.Cuffs.Alarm rushed into me at once, forcing my eyes open all the way. I yanked on the cuffs, finding myself in a place I didn’t recognize.Dark steel walls and concrete floors. Heavy fluorescent lights that buzzed overhead and were far too harsh on my eyes. A dull headache remained, only worsening from the intensity of them.But as I adjusted to everything, there was a familiar face looking b

Valentin Lyra looked just as surprised, rubbing her wrists from where the metal had dug in.“Get up,” he instructed her harshly, to which she did hesitantly, aware of the gun still in his possession. Turning her shoulders for her, he made her face me. That wash of fear returned in another wave.I wanted to take her in my arms and tell her everything would be fine. To promise that we would make it out alive and find our boy. To tell her that I didn’t care about what happened and I just wanted them both safe.“Give her your gun,” Luca said to me, planting the gun square against her back. “If you try anything, I’ll shoot her.”Nodding, I complied, reaching for my gun. Slowly to not cause any alarm, I turned the gun around in my hand, offering her the grip. She gave me a pleading look, eyes wet with tears full of fear. I kept my expression level for her, trying to remain calm despite whatever Luca had in store for us.As Lyra took the gun from me, regret swam in her gaze, but I had alrea

LyraSeveral months had passed since everything happened, and Valentin decided we needed a new start.He sold the condo, and we bought a nice townhouse in a lavish neighborhood with everything we could ever need. I tried to tell him that some of his choices were a bit over the top for what we needed, but he insisted he knew what he was doing. I wasn’t prepared to argue with him.Charlie was doing better than ever, going to daycare and mingling with other kids his age. He had both his mother and father in his life and seemed to be flourishing.After he was gone for the day and we returned home, Valentin’s hand was on the small of my back as he led me inside.The door barely closed by the time his lips were on mine.Stifling my giggles in the kiss, I draped my arms around his neck, walking backward as he guided me.“Come, I have a surprise,” he said between kisses, only pulling back while securing my hand in his once we reached the back door that led to the yard.Raising my brows, warm

Aria Carlisle’s life was simple—days spent working at a pizzeria, nights lost in the mafia romance stories she secretly wrote. But fiction became reality the night chaos stormed through the doors.One moment, she was serving customers. The next, she was in the clutches of Roman Lantsov—a much older Bratva gangster who claimed taking her had been a mistake. Yet, he wasn’t letting her go.Trapped in his world, Aria is forced to play by his rules. And when he discovers the stories she’s written—the ones dripping with sin, danger, and men like him—his amusement shifts into something far more wicked.She should be terrified. She should be plotting her escape. But every rough whisper, every possessive touch, only drags her deeper into his world. Into his control.What happens when the writer becomes the captive in her own story?

AriaThe pizza place was practically empty by the time I got there, dressed in my uniform with a bag slung over my shoulder.I found Teresa behind the counter, chin propped on her fist with the most severe look of boredom I had ever seen.She sighed dramatically with relief, pulling the tie of her apron undone. She chucked it to the side and retrieved a top from inside her ridiculously large purse."Thank god," Teresa muttered as I walked over, turning around and yanking the red polo top over her head.My eyes bulged at her bare back facing me, but I shouldn't have been surprised. She wasn't very shy when it came to her body, I’d come to realize. "Hello to you too.""It was busier than usual," she said, pulling a light pink top on. "I actually had to serve customers today."By the time I punched in and went over to the counter, she was dressed and applying powder to her face.Teresa was an interesting character. She wasn't one to enjoy work, and she certainly made that abundantly clea