All Chapters of The Bratva Pakhan's Curvy Obsession: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

The words sting—I am bothering him. I hate the way he calls me Celia. In all these months he hasn’t called me by my name once—it was always “kitten” in Russian. I follow him deeper into the apartment. It’s decorated with dark wood, elegant rugs, the walls are dark red and hunter green. It’s pretty but feels dark. Is that a real Turner on one wall and a Sargent portrait? It’s eerie how much the woman in the portrait looks like she could be me, although she’s far more elegant and thinner. I realize Milos is staring at me and drop my eyes from the portrait.“Sit.” He nods to the long leather couch. “Drink?” he asks as he goes to the corner where an array of liquors are in crystal decanters.I shake my head. “No thank you.”My eyes are drawn to the new tattoos over the back of his hands. They weren’t there three years ago. He told me his tattoos were hidden to help him appear the bland, boring businessman rather than the Bratva he is. I can’t help wondering what was important enough for hi

Gentle hands turn me over onto my back. It doesn’t matter that the hands are gentle, the electric shock never is. For the first time I resent it waking me up as pain comes rushing over me. Milos is above me, his beautiful face tight with anger. A gentle hand runs over my cheek, then he’s gone, replaced by an older man—the doctor he said he was bringing. The doctor shines a flashlight into my eyes then runs his hand over me. I groan as his hands go over my head then down my side.I’m up in Milos’s arms, then the world fades away again.***CeliaI come awake slowly as pain pulls me from the dark. I find a thick gauze bandage beneath my fingers. A hand is around my wrist. “No, Celia. Do not hurt yourself.”My eyes fly open at the electricity coursing through me. “Milos?”His smile is gentle. “Yes, since it’s been a day the doctor was adamant the IV I demanded you have for pain be removed. I’m sorry you’re waking in pain. I have some pain pills I can give you if you need them.”“A day?” T

Heat floods my face. Even though I’m dying to ask him if he has a place in the city, I don’t dare. “When your brothers come to visit? You mentioned Philadelphia, right?”“Yes, three of my brothers are in Philadelphia where they run our family’s interests. My younger brother is the pakhan there, with my two other brothers supporting him the same way two of my brothers do me.”I might have done a ton of research on the Bratva after I met him, and know the pakhan is basically the equivalent of the Don to Italian mafia. With two spies as his underbosses, their capos were called brigadier and their soldiers bratok. “I thought you headed your family. Why is he also a pakhan?”One broad shoulder lifts. “I do head our family. And among our family it’s known that for any major issue Vasily is to consult with me and will follow any decision I make. However, with the various mafia we deal with we found it best for him to have the title of pakhan as titles are such a big deal to everyone. I have c

“Sir? Where would you like her yogurt and fruit?” It’s the maid who brought lunch.“Will outside suit, or would you like to eat in front of the television?” The question is low, measured.“Outside, please,” I answer as I step back.Koshka jumps down and stalks out of the room, heading deeper into the house. I watch her go in surprise.“As I said she refuses to go outside, even to the balcony.” Milos smiles.He’s pulling out my chair for me again. “Thank you,” I mumble as I sit down. There is a bowl of plain yogurt, a dish of honey, and two different bowls of fruit, one of strawberries and one of blueberries.“The Greek yogurt is a little tart—you will want to make liberal use of the honey,” Milos murmurs as he takes a bottle out of his pocket. It’s a plain bottle, that he sets down beside the bowl. “These are fives. Only one to try then another if you need it.”I open the bottle, there are maybe a dozen pills in the bottle. Taking out one, I set it beside my bowl. “My mom uses these fo

When I wake up I find Koshka purring on my chest. “Hi, pretty girl,” I whisper as I stroke her sleek fur. She meows as she nuzzles me. It takes a few minutes to sit up. Yawning, I check my phone to find I’ve been asleep for almost two hours. My head still aches. I really thought I was better.On the side of the bed is a carafe of ice water and a matching small glass I’m certain is crystal. I’m suddenly thirsty at the sight of it. As I pour the water into the glass, the distinct clink tells me I’m right. I’m in awe of how rich Milos is. The restrained display of wealth actually screams rich in a way glaring, garish things never do.I mean the guy owns a freaking helicopter and a private jet, for fuck’s sake. Carlo always traveled out to Vegas to see his nephew who ran Vegas on the jet the casino there owned. He had to fly commercial to see Johnny, the current Don, every time he went over the last year since Johnny got sick with lung cancer and decided to stay in New York. Although Carlo