Alisov Brothers Novels & Stories

Taking a step forward, I moved closer to my step-sister, dropping my hand at her mid back. “Is that how you treat your step-brother, Ivana Orlov?” I gritted, my voice barely above a whisper. “I'm not an Orlov. I'm Ivana Alex.” she argued, trying to get my hand off her small back. “I kill men for less, Ivana,” my warning came out more terrifying than expected. She was provoking me and I needed to put her where she rightfully belongs. No one disrespected or disobeyed the Bratva and still remained alive. Well, except for the rude little lamb beside me.

You already know that his trick did not work, but Rosa was right: Boris became interested. He found the barely alive Alyosha in time and, having paid for his treatment, not forgetting to verify his relationship, he took him in as a successor. Only the fact that Alyosha was his brother saved him from the wrath of Boris three years later, when the diamonds were stolen. Stolen by me. Then Alyosha realized that the rumors that Stanislavsky had more children were not rumors at all. More precisely, he had the opportunity to verify this, and after my injury, when he got access to my blood, Alyosha did a test, the scan of which was attached to a short but informative printed story left on the phone.

Isla begged “Let's keep her here, starve to death! That’s the price for doing bad things, Isla….” Damian mocked her “Sounds good! Let’s go outside and talk!” I told Damian “No, Please, no!” Isla said loudly “Oh, wait, before I forget! I need to tighten the rope and put the tape on her mouth,” Damian walked toward Isla “Fai, please help me! Fai, don’t you want to know Olivia’s secret?” Isla tried to persuade me

And soon we came up upon the elders gathering. "Go in, they're aware of your presence." The attendant ushered me in. The twelve elders were seated at their thrones, carved above the ground overlooking their subjects. Their faces hidden with hooded robes. It was said that an Alpha had the power over a pack, and the elders were the kingmakers. Self righteous pricks that they were. "Nikolai Rydor," The first elder announced my entrance begrudgingly. "It's ALPHA Nikolai to you." I took a seat.

There were at the funeral, but with so many people in attendance, I didn’t recall speaking to them. “It has been too long, little one, but we are here now to help you grow stronger. It is time.” Alina says to me, and I nod my head at her and I smile. Movement from the side of me has me tense up. I slowly turn and my eyes widen comically, seeing the two gigantic men standing shoulder to shoulder. “Let me introduce you to two of our best. Igor and Ivan.” I look at these Russian Mountains. They are identical twins, well I say identical one has throat tattoos the other doesn’t but they have the same features, eye colour, and hair. Wow!

But then again, until just a few weeks ago, nobody even knew that Sveta Orlov existed. Stanislav was an old-school man who had dodged the KGB. It didn’t surprise me he could keep such things secret. And now he was dead. And in a few more days, my plans would be complete. I would let everyone know that I had married her. Then, I would be stepping into the old man’s shoes and combining the two Bratvas together. Krasnaya and Belaya—red and white—old foes back in Russia, brought under a single roof.

My arm, a possessive clasp around Eva’s slender waist, was a deliberate anchor, a visible symbol of a bond that was entirely manufactured. My eyes, however, weren't placated. They scanned the room, bypassing the nodding heads of Leonid Abramovich, Mikhail Vorontsov, and Andrei Chernenko – the Tenevaya Bratva elders, whose approval was crucial yet secondary to my true objective. My gaze cut through the swirling cigar smoke and the weight of their scrutiny, seeking one face and one face only. Giovanni Sokolov.

I let out all off my aggression on Ivan, Maria's so-called friend who was in the warehouse basement these days. The best news I heard this month was when I found out Ivan was one of the sons of Dmitry Sokolov, who is the leader of the Russian mafia. It didn't surprise me when I found out he was not given the position of the capo yet, maybe due to his clumsirness and idiotic behaviour.

Ian: I'm in, Ivan is at the bar. We headed inside, My hand on Cassandra's waist and the room was crowded with guests. Thank God Ian has already located Ivan, or I would have been here for hours trying to search for him. Ian walked towards us with his hand on a brunette's waist. Must be his whore on a date. She was pretty, I will admit, but I have a feeling she's just another one of Ian's play toys. "I would like you guys to meet Isabella. Isabella this is my brother Alessandro and his wife, Cassandra"

They both seemed to be competing for who gets to reach the top position in the hottest men list. One of them was tall and muscular, with short black hair and dark eyes that reminded Elena of a wolf. While the other one was leaner, but just as handsome, with green eyes and a slight stubble on his jaw. She had heard from Betty that the two Pestov brothers were actually twins, but seeing them in the flesh, she realized that they definitely shared some similarities yet they also looked very different from each other.