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'So, where else would I, Tavisha Khushanov, spoiled, pampered daughter of the billionaire Bratva Pakhan, a true Bratva Principessa, be? My best friend, Svetlana, joked as she ordered another jug of our favourite cocktail and we headed for our table in the VIP area. Nadia and Annika, our other friends, were already sitting there, surrounded by a gaggle of filthy rich CEO's [Daddies ' companies, of course.]

Places where women were 'broken in' before being sold to clients for a few months, used until they were spent, then brought back for 'reconditioning. But I never thought the operation would be held under my own family. Our Bratva’s code was clear — women and children were not to be harmed. Whoever ran this was already on my list. At that moment my eyes found her. Kara. The girl from yesterday. I'd learned her name from Nessa who wouldn't stop yapping about her and Stanley over the phone as if to get me more angry. She was crouched in the corner on the floor, hair a tangled mess, clutching a jug of water with both hands as she gulped it down like she hadn’t tasted it in days.

Liz said, glancing at Liam and Zac. "You know it is time for you to retire," Zac said curtly, as he knew what Liz was talking about. "I don't think so Mr. Bratva. Katherine has come home now so I have no worries anymore. So I will just stay at your house for a few days, eat food on your money and relax," Liz said to Bratva without fearing him. She had seen the man from Inside Out. He was indeed a tough guy who did not want to break in front of people; however, the darkness could easily pull out the broken soul whenever it found him alone.

Sofia Petrova had learned a long time ago that silence was safer than speaking. The small apartment was quiet except for the faint hum of the refrigerator and the distant sound of cars moving through the Moscow streets below. Sofia sat on the edge of her narrow bed, her hands clasped together tightly in her lap while she stared at the faded wallpaper across the room. Nights like this always felt endless, stretched thin with waiting. Waiting to find out what kind of mood her stepfather would come home in.

And find out if there was any way to fix it. As she drove, Caitlin thought again of the rare books she had found in her library. Most of all, she that of that one rare volume, and its torn page. She thought of its ancient ceremony, the one in Latin, with its cure for vampirism. She wondered again if it was real. Was that just passed down from folklore? An old wives’ tale?

Now I know why his name sounded familiar. He’s a member of the Bratva. He’s among the four ruthless members who are also called the four reapers. Everyone fears them as they hold so much power and are all bloodthirsty. “How did you manage to do it? Me getting invited for an interview to be his daughter's nanny?” As far as I know, members of the bratva are not easily accessible, especially not by commoners like us. “I have a friend who works for his organization. That’s how I managed to do it. Be your best tomorrow, Milana. Don’t mess this up. The pay is really huge and it will be a privilege working for Viktor Ivanov. He—“

As strategies go, I can’t fault it. Unfortunately for the Bratva - which my brother heads - he’s made no secret of the fact that he’ll gut anyone who tries to hurt me. It’s nothing personal, just that I’m the only remaining member of his family and also a valuable chess piece in his organized crime games – a strategic marriage might mean the difference between being friends or enemies.

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Grabbing the microphone, Anna lifted the book over her head. “Sorry to interrupt, but this is very important,” She said with Nate at her side. “I’m Anna Berger Steine of Steine and Steine Publishers in the U.S. and this is Dr. Nathanial Braverman, author of Vashti’s Daughter.” Many boos greeted them in response.

Merlina's P.O.V My eyes flutter open as the sunlight shines directly into my eyes, blinding me with the beams of light. I let out a low groan as I remember that I was no longer in my house, with my mother. But that I was now stuck in a house with the criminals who killed her. I roll out of bed, looking through the dresser, trying to find some pants before I exit my room. I search through the fairly large and stuffed drawer only coming across a pair of ripped booty shorts.