Ivan Braginski Novels & Stories

Maybe I just need to get laid. Quinn brought me up here to the IT unit right after lunch. As I follow her back to Brooke’s workspace, I take it all in- seven neat rows of desks on either side of a center aisle, a conference table in the back, and a large screen in the center of the far wall. It’s definitely a lot simpler than what we have going on in Denver, but obviously just as effective considering the amount of intel the six-pack’s IT unit has been able to garner. I’m excited to be here and finally meet everyone in person.

"We'll see." It took her a minute to remember what it was they were talking about and when she did she ducked her head and went back to eating. The look he gave her left no mistake as to his meaning but she'd been down that slippery slope once already and had no intention on going for another ride. Especially not with someone that looked like him; he was the poster boy for Player's R'Us. No way no how! Besides, they'd only just met a few hours ago. The man was crazy.

I had no choice but to do this job so I just did my daily routine and did as was told and cookd what Brian loved. I walked with a tray in my hands of a chicken salad I had made with a glass of lemonade since it was kinda hot outside today and I knew Brian must be a bit warm in his room. So I wanted to make him something cool and refreshing to drink and eat. I took a deep breath in before knocking and then coming in but no guards or nursers were with me this time. I guess they all got tired of this bull shit as I was. I came in to find Brian sitting on his bed smiling at me.

WOMAN. Phone vibrated. I took out my phone from my pants pocket and it was from EPL (Europa-pacific Lines). I didn't answer nor cut it.... Meanwhile, Geneva Lucretia Salinas, the goddaughter of old Salinas Augustus Jackson, president of the Tinsel Progressive Congress, was presenting the grand funders for 2021, “In the honour of 2022 Mind of the Elderlies launch, I'm glad to present to you our grand funders...”

Nixon- ~~~~~~~One year later~~~~~~~ “When your opponent comes at you low, it leaves them open for your wolf to attack them from high” Luca calls over the grunts of the sparing teams “When your opponent comes in low it leaves their neck and spine exposed” I stand by as he moves around the mats correcting stances. “What do you think” he asks me as he approaches. “Justine Wilkins is favoring her left knee more then she was yesterday, send her to the doc and get her checked out.”

“They can expand in another territory, not mine. I need to set an example for other people. I own the New York mob and I will fight anyone for it.” Ivan smiled because he knew we were going hunting. I only needed one high-ranking official from the Chicago Outfit to punish as an example. That would teach them not to mess with me. “I have word that Sergio, an enforcer in the Chicago Outfit is currently in New York. He’s probably overseeing the distribution here.” Ivan and I changed into darker clothes for the night and carried the ammunition we needed to attack the man. He was bound to have security, which was why I was taking Ivan with me. I would have done it myself if he wasn’t so paranoid.

Isaac’s tone was emotionless as he stared blankly. “I couldn’t feel the connection anymore after waking up,” he added. My grip on his hand tightened, but honestly, I did not feel anything for her—no grief, no sadness. ~~~~ “We have managed to get Clement back, bubba.” I kiss Isleen’s forehead while gently giving her a sponge bath. She is doing much better today. The Pack doctor has given clearance for her to sit for long hours, but not to strain herself. She was still restrained from using her healing power and getting out of bed.

The computer screen came to life, and his face met me. The beautiful man who held my heart is looking straight back at me. Funny thing is, he doesn’t even realize it. Evan Giovanni Carter, CEO of Magnus Constructions, thirty-four years old, born on the 18th of October. Adopted by Dr. Jacob and Dra. Olivia Carter at the age of four. Harvard Alumni, with a degree in civil engineering. He started as a freelance contractor, the humble beginning of one of the most successful construction companies in New York City.