All Chapters of Kiss Me, Bravta King: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

DesmierSurveillance was Anatoli's forte, but I'd handled searching for plenty of people too. We all did in our efforts to keep the Antonov Bratva strong and secure.But finding Vasiliev proved to be harder than I thought it might be, and I hated that I'd underestimated my ability for rooting out the cop.For over a week, I tried and failed to get a bead on where the officer was hiding. Officially, he'd taken a sabbatical from work. Informants verified that he'd put in paperwork with his superiors to have time off. Unofficially, he was taking cover and making my life difficult.Yusef was a big help on the streets, tracking leads that took him nowhere. I tasked soldiers to remain alert near all the addresses we'd ever had for Vasiliev. He was slippery, changing residences often, but he didn't show up at any of them.Despite all the manpower I arranged to help me find Vasiliev, my only stroke of fortune was in the tracking software Malik handled most often. My younger brother showed me

BellaI bucked and flung out my arms, wrestling as soon as the door closed behind us. This tall man guided me out of the throngs of people trying to get near that scene, but in the mix of confusion and the adrenaline rush of witnessing something so taboo, I was too flustered to think straight.To realize this huge, strong man that staff member called Desmier was leading me further from the safety of others.No one saw him steer me into this dark room. I was too hurried to understand where he was guiding me to resist or even react.One moment, I was watching a man do wicked, naughty things to that woman, and now⁠—"Let me go!" My roar of a protest fell on his deaf ears, muffled into an incoherent blur of noise as he tightened the fabric around my head and cut off my scream.My heart hammered against my ribs. I couldn't breathe fast enough through this panic overwhelming me to a dizzy state of almost passing out. All my senses felt fried as I tried to slow the blur of anxiety and terror

DesmierIsabella didn't tell me anything. The sight of her tight-lipped, stubborn, and angry with her sizzling green gaze on me like that...I paced in the hallway outside the room I'd locked her in. Back and forth, I walked out this instant lust that she'd lit within me.My dick ached, straining under my pants. I breathed fast, riled up with desire and a potent hit of needing to fuck that defiant woman hard and fast.To make her bend.To make her talk.I wasn't bluffing. I would get my answers out of her. I wouldn't fail. But I had to step back, away where I could inhale and not notice her fresh, innocent scent. Apart from her so I wouldn't be drawn further under the spell to want her so badly.Her pushing back was my kryptonite. Her tough exterior and pretending to be ballsy with a silent treatment and cold shoulder made me want her more.I would get my answers.She was a hostage, and she had a purpose here.That purpose wasn't for my pleasure. She wasn't a subbie looking for a firm

BellaDesmier slammed the door and locked it. The click reached my ears like a final sound, almost as though it was the last word of that interaction. He was in charge. I couldn’t mistake the dynamic going on here.What I couldn’t understand was why he’d slashed through the ties keeping me in place. He wanted to keep me captive, that much was obvious. No windows gave me a chance to escape here. Nothing for a weapon to defend myself should he come back, as if I could survive attacking him or getting physical.My hands shook as I scrambled off the bed and hurried to fetch my shorts and panties. Little good they would do me now. Since he’d… he’d…Oh, God. I couldn’t even go there. The thought of him using a knife, the hard handle like that to tease me and insert it into where I’d gotten so wet and slippery with arousal…A sob rose up my throat, but I swallowed it down. If he could hear me through that door, I didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of knowing I was reacting to what he d

DesmierIsabella lowered her head, hiding behind her hands as she cried. No noises left her, but there was no missing how worked up she was. Her shoulders shook. Her long, red, wavy curls hung low, curtaining her face. Crouched over on the floor, she looked broken and wretched with the end of that call.From a Rossini.Malik caught my attention, gesturing toward the closed door behind us. I nodded, frowning at Isabella breaking down on the floor. Staying in here with her would have left us with two options. Ignore her distress and demand answers or try to calm her down so she could speak clearly again. Neither of those appealed, so it wasn't hard to leave her be, to give her a chance to collect herself as I stepped out with my brother.Malik closed the door, but I reached over to lock it. She seemed upset, but for all I knew, it could be an act. She could be faking it and planning to use her tears and mood as a distraction to slip away.With all the guards around my building, she woul