All Chapters of The Bratva Pakhan's Curvy Obsession: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

There are several cabs waiting, the drivers sipping on coffee before they go out to accept fares. Knocking on the window of one, I ask him if he’s up for a fare and offer a twenty. He takes it and I give him the address to Tony’s bookstore.Opening the door to the bookstore, I inhale deeply. Oh, I’m definitely coming back here. There are new books then a side room of used books. I could get lost in a place like this for hours.An older woman with graying blonde hair is studying me.“Hi, I’m Celia Parker. I was hoping to speak with Tony. Is he available?”“You’re Carlo’s daughter, aren’t you?” she asks.I nod.“No dear, sorry, he’s not in today. Since you’re Carlo’s daughter I’m willing to point you to his home.”A nice lady, she gives me the address and then the directions from here. It’s not far. I could walk it and if I weren’t sure Milos would figure out I was gone soon, I would. Out on the street I hail a cab and give him the address and directions.Tony Sabatini’s house is pretty.

The next few hours have my head spinning. All the clothes are beautiful. They don’t just fit my body. They fit me in what I felt comfortable in and what I liked to wear in a way that kind of blew my mind. Not a single item is something I didn’t want to wear. I love everything.Almost as much as I love Lydia—she is so nice and sweet. Halfway through she slips me her number so we can go out to lunch before she has her baby. Admitting once she has her baby girl she’ll have four children, a nanny, and a sweet, supportive husband, but it’s likely she won’t be able to get out often. So call her soon, she tells me, so we can get together.Milos is incredibly patient. A few times he growls, though, when Lydia sends me out in something he deems too tight or sexy. I don’t argue with him until I get to a pretty pink sheer illusion dress with sparkles across my breasts.“Please, Milos. I love it so much,” I plead.An eyebrow goes up. “No. No one will see you in that dress. There is a reason Peter

Once Vasily ends the call on his side, he’ll inform Maxim and Damien they need to select a bride within the month. Vasily has selected two daughters within the Italian mafia, a senator’s daughter, and a daughter of a Fortune 500 company we held a major stake in. Any one of the women would bring us greater power and standing in Philadelphia. I had asked Vasily if he could consider a marriage himself. His immediate refusal was not one I pressed. He loved his wife deeply and even now, almost sixteen years later, he held on to the pain of her death.I return my attention to Nikita. “It’s another reason why I’m pushing for a quick marriage. Carlo will think it’s for children. Dom is the only one who knows the real reason. But he also believes it’s for locking the marriage agreement so I have support of the Outfit if we have to go to battle with Grigori and his sons.”Nikita slams his glass on my desk. “If you had told me from the beginning I would not have bitched so much. It’s as Father sa

MilosAs Danil drives me to my office, I consider her accusation. How her words had mirrored Dominic Sabatini’s. The Outfit did not deal in trafficking and refused to work with those who did. While they did deal in the sex trade, it was only for women who wanted to work.Only now, alone, can I admit I am ashamed of the trafficking. In the beginning I accepted it as a part of business—people have been bought and sold ever since one man could buy another. We feed appetites no one else can, drugs, sex, booze, power—that is Bratva, mafia. All of us who deal in the things people cannot buy at their local store. If we did not, someone else would. Why not us?While I received deliveries of drugs, guns, liquor starting at fifteen, I never handled a single shipment of human cargo until I was twenty-three. Human cargo had almost the same value as drugs—sometimes even more depending on the drug. Due to its value, my father preferred to handle it as well as the sex work part of our business. The o

MilosThat night she fought me all over again, forcing me to pick her up and put her in my vehicle—and I was thankful for it. Until the brat opened her mouth.“Fuck you.” She throws the words at me.The words are a match to my control. I hadn’t touched her nearly enough. That crazy electricity every time I did unnerved me too much. Now that I understand the electricity is the response of our bodies recognizing our other half and needing to fuse together, to become one, I embrace the feeling. I have no doubt she feels it to.Besides, she needs to be aware I am the one in charge. Pressing her deeper into the seat, I put her seat belt on, enjoying the feel of her beneath me. Christ my cock is screaming for her. She’s panting, mouth open, her breath washing over me. Catching hints of sugar and coffee, I give in to need and grasp her chin, running my thumb over those lips the way I long to do with my tongue.Fucking hell, I catch the scent of her cunt, hot and wet—for me. I hadn’t smelled h