All Chapters of The Bratva's Captive : Chapter 1 - Chapter 7

PrologueRafaelThe low moans coming from my laptop had me scrambling to turn the volume down, my heart hammering as I glanced at the bedroom door. The men on the screen were kissing, their hands tangled in each other's hair, and I had barely managed to pull my blanket over my lap when I heard footsteps approaching from the hallway.Shit.I slammed the laptop shut.The door flew open before I could do anything else.My foster father stood in the doorway, his expression twisting as his gaze moved from my face to the laptop on my bed. Behind him, my foster mother peered into the room, her mouth falling open when she noticed the blanket tangled around my waist.For one horrible second, nobody spoke.Then my foster father stepped inside and snatched the laptop from the bed.“What the hell is this?”“Give it back!” I scrambled to my feet, reaching for it, but he lifted it out of my grasp. “Please, it's mine!”He opened it again. The video resumed for a brief moment before he slammed the sc

CHAPTER TWO Rafael Navarro“One year of imprisonment, with the possibility of parole after six months, subject to good behaviour.”For a moment, I thought I'd heard the judge wrong.One year.The guards walked toward me, holding cold handcuffs in their hands.No.Derek stood among the gallery, a triumphant smirk tugging at his lips. His arm was suspended in a sling, and the white edge of a bandage peeked out from beneath the open collar of his shirt. He wasn't dead at all.I was grateful he had survived, But how the hell was I the one going to prison? Why was I receiving such a heavy sentence? He had tried to rape me; I had acted purely in self-defense.I wanted to scream, but the guards didn't even give me a chance to speak. They pinned me down forcefully, slapped the cold handcuffs onto my wrists, and dragged me out.“No, no! It wasn't like that! I need to explain—he was the one who tried to rape me first!”“Rafael.”Derek stopped in front of me. I froze in disbelief, mostly beca

CHAPTER FOURMikhail Volkov was walking toward me.For one foolish moment, I actually believed he was going to help. The entire cafeteria had gone quiet, and even Briggs seemed uncertain about what to do with me. His fingers were still twisted into my shirt, but his attention had shifted to the approaching man.Mikhail was even more intimidating up close. He was exceptionally tall, easily over six feet, with broad shoulders and a muscular build that filled out his black shirt. Intricate tattoos covered both forearms, disappearing beneath his sleeves, with dark ink extending toward his neck. His face was almost ridiculously handsome, with a strong jaw, sharp features, dark eyes, and full pink lips that contrasted strangely with his otherwise intimidating appearance.Two men followed closely behind him. They were both large, heavily built, and carried themselves with the confidence of men who had never needed to ask permission before doing anything.Nobody dared interrupt their passage.

RAFAELI couldn't stop shaking.Vince was still lying on the cafeteria floor, blood spreading around his head, while Briggs and Tommy knelt a few feet away, begging Mikhail Volkov to spare them. The man who'd rescued me stood over them with blood covering his boots and the lower part of his trousers. He looked completely unaffected by the violence around him, as though he'd simply interrupted an inconvenient conversation rather than nearly beaten a man to death.“Please, sir. It was a mistake,” Briggs pleaded. Before Briggs could say anything else, several guards rushed into the cafeteria. One took in the injured prisoner, another hurried toward Mikhail, and a third began shouting for everyone to move away from the scene.“Mr. Volkov, is everything all right?”I nearly laughed at the question. The man was standing in a pool of blood, and the guard was speaking to him as politely as someone greeting an important visitor.Mikhail wiped his hand against his trousers. “Your prisoners are