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The yellow mud slurry was like a wall, crashing down and blanketing everything in its path. Tyler used all the strength in his body to fling me out. By the time I could lift my head, I saw Tyler standing on the exact spot where I had been just now. The mud slurry had already submerged his calves. "Tyler!" He glanced back at me. Through that one brief glance, I saw something in it that I had never seen before. He flashed a smile at me. "Cleo, have I managed to teach you to be brave for once?" My eyes stung.

Caroline’s image of things was much more of a political woman but she made me smile with her bravery and fight for what was right. “I just hate how to mean she is to you now. I just want you to have the very best day tomorrow. It truly will be beautiful just look at all the love everyone is putting into everything.” Sophia with her kind and loving manner. “Kellina you are the bravest priestesses I have ever known. Thank you so much for the kind words about my dress. I just wish I could do more. I hope the dress will be alright.” Poor Clara who I ended up comforting more than her but I didn’t mind because I saw all the work she had put into every last detail. She truly was a kind sp

“The Lunar Trials… forgotten queens.” “Why would you have books about queens?” I asked, and he shook his head as he went back to the paper that he was reading. “You know that reading is not limited to books about men or kings, right?” He asked as if I had just insulted him. “Bratva kings reading about queens. How balanced.” I said sarcastically. “You sound disappointed.” He said, raising an eyebrow. “I sound surprised.” I met his eyes. “I assumed you only collected books about murder, money, and how to glare at people until they apologize or flinch… maybe piss themselves before they tried to run.”

But this time, I wasn’t just angry instead I was watchful. Louis has made the first move. Now it was my turn. And I don’t play fair. BONI'S APPRECIATION📖 Thank you to all my readers that has gone through the past 20 chapters🎉💕 @Boni_writes is my booktok account for my three books so please check it out and SHOUT OUT to my lovely reader @Vmradajic for the gem 💎 support.

Every crash made my pulse quicken, but I couldn’t move — not yet. Brielle’s chest rose and fell rapidly as she spun toward the bookshelf. She yanked a row of books off the shelf, the heavy thumps of them hitting the ground sounding like a drumbeat to her rage. A candle holder followed, its metal base denting against the hardwood. Despite the wreckage, I couldn’t look away from her face. Her cheeks were flushed, eyes glistening not with tears, but with something volatile.

James shakes his head as he grins, “so.. would you prefer fifty shades or Susie homemaker?” “Hmm,” I hum as I walk slowly over to the bookshelves in the mini red light district. There were a lot of toys on the shelves. Dildos, vibrators, butt plugs, cock rings, some kind of stone eggs I didn’t recognize, and of course an assortment of handcuffs and rope. My curiosity gets the bette of me and I go over to the large X, trailing my hands over the smooth wood and gripping the cuffs. Turning to James I say hesitantly, “I’ve been reading a book. One of Annie’s.. about.. being fully dominated. And I was wondering if we could try that?”

For a second I had forgotten that they were a Bratva family. Shaking off my surprise, I headed over to the shelves and scanned the leather-bound books. When I pull one down, I realise that these books were in fact handwritten, each and every one of them; even the newer century archives! Talk about old school, they were truly a family rich in culture. Using the ladder, I pull down the first two books and descend the wooden steps. But before I could sit down, I noticed a server standing there with a tray and smiling up at me.

I read the same sentence four times and retain nothing. “Right,” says a voice beside me. “What are we reading.” Ryan drops into the sand where Cain was, still dripping, smelling like the sea. “Something you wouldn’t like,” I say. “Probably true.” He leans over to look at the cover. “Definitely true.” He looks at me. “Come do something fun.” “I am doing something fun.” “You’re hiding behind a book.” “I’m reading.” “Same thing.” He stands and holds out his hand. “Low commitment. I promise.”

“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

"It's time you learn the oath like a Bratva queen. Repeat after me ...You care for no one but the Bratva ..." Maria stares at me in horror but refuses to speak. I grab her throat, applying enough pressure until she opens her mouth and gasps for air. Maria grabs for my hand, and I let go. "Say it," I hiss. "You care for no one but the Bratva ..."Her quivering voice sounds like music, the sweetest song I've ever heard. "Good," I reply. "Now repeat—and you shall love none other than the Bratva." She swallows hard as a tear lets loose from her lashes. "—and you shall love none other than the Bratva."