All Chapters of Kiss Me, Bravta King: Chapter 161 - Chapter 170

Mafia princess Anastasia Rostova is not your conventional Mafia princess. Betrothed to old, senile, sadistic Lev Avilov since she was just five, Anastasia has avoided home for years, running off to England for studies. But with her twentieth birthday approaching quickly, she knows she has no choice. It's either she married Lev, or her father and everyone one else she holds dear...die.Maxim Antonov, the youngest Antonov brother, and gentleman has always been relegated to the background. He's the brain behind the Antonov Mafia clan. When his brother Malik is kidnapped by Alisa's cunning father, Sergei, Zakh the reigning pakhan propositions Maxim to do one thing to prove he's strong enough to be on the main stage of affairs.Bring Mafia princess Anastasia Rostova home.When Maxim collides with Anastasia, he's taken by her sass and clever wit. The two of them are drawn to each other, like a moth to a flame. But dangerous tensions brew, and Lev Avilov is more agitated than ever.Maxim wil

AnnaThe cursor blinked on the screen, taunting me as I zoned out at the application form. Graduate school was my next best option, even if I wasn't entirely interested in it. My heart just wasn't into it. I liked school well enough to work toward a degree in Literature, but entering another program for up to four more years sounded like an obligation, not an adventure.Who am I kidding?Three years ago, I accepted a scholarship to come study here in London. I'd done it partly because I was a bookish nerd who enjoyed learning. But I mostly used it as an excuse to run away. To hide.And now that I was a month from graduating, I faced too many questions of how to pull off the next phase of my life.I can't run forever, right?I was committed to creating my own future, no matter what. So, would I do that by entering grad school? Or..."Mail alert," Zoe, my roommate, announced as she plopped into the chair next to me. This section of the library was less strictly supervised, but she kept

Maxim"Since she was a kid?""Before she was born." Vladimir frowned, wiping at the gash on his arm. "When I married Anastasia's mother, I interfered with Lev's expectations."What? "Explain.""Sabrina, Anastasia's mother, was arranged to be married to Lev. I slept with her because I thought she'd make a pretty penny being a dancer. We eloped before she could marry that fucker. Then she ended up dying before she could be much of a dancer for long and make money anyway." He shrugged. "But Lev was furious. He threatened to kill me for interfering and taking his bride. So, I made a deal with him. I'd get to live and keep Sabrina so long as I gave him my first daughter. And here we are." He lifted his hand and let it fall to his lap.I shouldn't have been irritated with that setup, but deep down, I was. Arranging a marriage with a young woman was one thing. But shackling a baby to a fate like that before they'd even lived at all? It felt wrong. It didn't sit well with me that he'd married

AnnaI hadn't spotted any Avilov men since the day Lev came to collect me. Six years ago, he'd shown up to get me. Yet, I knew without a doubt that the muscled thug in the corner was one of his men. He had that look. I knew the type. The dark, beady stare. The lethal aura of being someone who could inflict pain and enjoy it. All killers had that air about them. Every Mafia man stood out like that, looking like a villain, ready to punish or torture.Holding in a gasp, I kept the air locked in my lungs at the first glimpse of him.He was here for me. And I recognized the surety of it in the way he stared right back at me. I hadn't caught him unaware. I hadn't surprised him and happened to glance upon him.He'd been watching me. Stalking me. No doubt, sent here to find me and drag me back to his boss.Fuck.I couldn't look away, staring into the brutish man's cold stare. He kept me trapped, and under the promise of capture, he rendered me paralyzed on the spot. For almost four blissful y

MaximInstead of replying, I maneuvered her to turn down an alley. We skidded, slowing on the slick pavement from the recent rains, but we managed the abrupt change of direction."Stop!" The man shouted as he pursued us, chasing us all the way down here. His accent sounded foreign, yet not, as if he was a man used to living and being all over the world. Indistinguishable.I didn't know who he was and I didn't care. I was expected to get this woman and bring her to her fiancé and that was what I'd fucking do.He could find another random woman to harass or stalk.Not this one.But he wasn't giving up. All the way down this alley, he chased us.At the first sound of a gun being fired, my irritation from his persistence morphed into anger."You motherfucker," I growled under my breath.Panting hard from the run, I halted so quickly that Anastasia squeaked in alarm. She flung back to me with the sudden stop in our momentum, but I made sure to pull her to me as I veered to the side.I coul