Bravo Two Zero Novel Novels & Stories

Bryan smiled and glued my body to his, taking one of his hands to the back of my neck pulling me to him, gluing his lips to mine in an almost erotic way. That night I didn't pay attention to the movie. I forgot about my strange feelings about John Carter. I didn't pay attention to the details that almost showed me in big letters that Bryan was entrapment. That night, I had my first time. END OF FLASHBACK

As Jim gloated, his attention fixated on me, he remained oblivious to the imminent danger that loomed above him. And then, with swift precision, a single shot rang out, cutting through the silence. Jim’s grip on Athena faltered as he stumbled backward, a look of disbelief crossing his face. Chaos erupted as my pack swiftly moved in, disarming Jim and incapacitating his pack members. Athena’s cry of fear turned into a sob of relief as she broke free from Jim’s grasp, running into my arms. I held her tightly, the weight of the past moments melting away as I whispered words of comfort, assuring her that she was safe.

Even while I was deep in Zephyr and Lyla’s story, those two kept nagging at me. I would be writing a scene for Bride of Wrath, and suddenly a single line of dialogue between Troy and Athena would play in my head. That one line would grow into a scene, and before I knew it, an entire chapter was forming! They refused to stay quiet until I promised them their own story, which, by the way, I’ve already started working on. Their book is called Loving the Madman, and it’s darker, more obsessive, but also deeply romantic. I can’t wait for you to read it.

Alpha. The men rose. Even my father stopped breathing. I did not turn until he passed me, and when my eyes caught sight of him as he looked sideways at me, I knew exactly why they froze. It was Dimitri Volkov. Alpha of the Black Fang Pack. Pakhan of the Volkov Bratva. The monster whispered about by wolves and humans alike. He stopped in front of the table. “Why is there a girl on my floor?” One of the men cleared his throat. “Ivan Morozov brought her as partial payment.”

But the difference in strength made all my try meaningless. Daniel is using more and more strength, and my hand is starting to shake because of the pain. I thought for sure my arm would break. This is the first time I've been exposed to this kind of rough treatment. Daniel let out and shoved my hand aside. My body wobbled because I suddenly lost my balance. I held my trembling wrist while watching Daniel's back. I looked down at my wrist, bruises were also starting to appear. Even though he didn't know what happened, it made Daniel so angry. But the person standing in front of me now and the person I saw the night before. Not sure if it's the same person or not?

Content with the transaction, the leading mafia man affectionately pats my trembling shoulder and announces, "Congratulations, little wolf. Your unit is officially cleared to go home." The moment his claws release my arms, my brain still seems completely disoriented. Is my body truly free to clear this death zone? The mafia boss calls out to my boots, his hand gesturing toward the silent figure of Chika, who still stands perfectly upright under his hood. "He is your elder brother, boy. If your clumsy wolf hadn't messed with the loan shark networks, our platoon wouldn't have executed his abduction at all. What final words does your mouth have to say to his face?"

ISLA'S POV Victor Alistair Blackthorne’s office felt like a pressure chamber, every inch designed to remind visitors of their insignificance. The heavy oak desk gleamed under recessed lighting, the London skyline a distant, conquered backdrop. I sat straighter in the leather chair, heart hammering against my ribs, but I refused to shrink. After weeks of Serena’s barbs, Dare’s mind games, and Julian’s calculated concern, I had found my spine. Victor would not break it today.

“We have ties to real power that we can bring down on them so fast, they won’t even see us coming. They cannot imagine our real power. We are part of something much bigger than anyone here realizes. We just have no need to talk about it and it goes much deeper than you think. The Bratva is more than a way of life to its members. Like your Italian or Irish mobs, the Bratva is stronger than we portray and like them, we believe in our commitment. Our bond is forged in blood and steel and we have raw and savage power to bring down on our enemy when it is needed. If Flynn thinks he’s tough, we will show him we are tougher. If he comes after us, we will bring the full force of the Bratva down on h

“They thought if they showed me what I could’ve been, what I wasn’t, I’d break.” She looked ahead. “But I don’t want to be perfect anymore. I want to be free.” The console ahead lit up again. The words scrawled across the screen in red: CORE PROXY NEUTRALIZED. NEXT NODE: GATE ZERO. Echo swallowed. “Gate Zero… sounds final.” Mira narrowed her eyes. “It’s not the end.” She glanced down at the drive, now humming steadily against her hip. “It’s the real beginning.” End of Chapter Forty-Two

“I’m sorry, okay? I didn’t mean it like that. I’m not saying the baby was unfortunate. I’m trying to let you know that what’s done is done. It’s hard, I know. But there are more to come. Please… can we just continue watching the movie?” Donatella blinked through tears, lips trembling. Mikhail wiped her face, pressed a soft kiss to her lips, and pulled her into him again. “I love you so much,” he whispered. “Always remember that.” Donatella exhaled shakily and relaxed against him, letting herself melt back into his arms. ************** It was Friday. The Bratva Empire and La Mano Rojas were both preparing for their final one-on-one war. Adrian, Natalia, and Savannah had managed to sneak out w