La Brava X Gentle Criminal Novels & Stories

Luca’s POV The chamber’s walls trembled with the distant shockwaves of the Nevada test shot, dust sifting from the ceiling like gray snow. Viktor’s men had us boxed in—twenty Bratva soldiers, rifles trained, the bear himself blocking the only exit. Sofia stood beside him now, wrists uncuffed, her expression a mask of calculated calm. The kill switch in my hands beeped faster—red light pulsing like a dying heart. Dante and Rocco pressed against me on either side, their bodies heat and muscle, a living shield. The erotic tension between us three hadn’t faded; if anything, the threat of annihilation sharpened it into something desperate, almost feral.

“I am Milos Levin. And you are?” He pronounces it Milosh, and I have no idea why I’m blushing again. When he speaks Russian it’s fluid, yet when he speaks English there is barely a trace of an accent. Was English his first language? “Celia Parker. You’re also mafia. You left that part out.” His smile deepens. “Is it so obvious? For Russians, we are Bratva.” “Obvious you’ve killed people, probably with your bare hands? Yes. Also Carlo loves to make mafia come to him. The people whose asses he wants to kiss, he goes to them or meets them at his restaurant.”

I said quietly. He lifted a hand, stopping me. “You don’t have to thank me,” he said. “This is my family too.” But I still did. “Thank you.” The words cracked coming out of me. Darian’s expression softened just slightly before Adrian stepped closer. “That was the right move,” Adrian said. “The police won’t dig underground unless something points them there, but criminals don’t plan like businessmen. If they’re involved, they’ll talk. The Bratva will make sure of it.”

132 Gustavo (Adrian’s Uncle | Presumed Dead) The mafia had the most advanced criminal minds my ass. It’s almost disappointing how easy it was. For men who built empires on fear, they never once considered they could be outplayed. “Should we send a vehicle after her?” Barbara, my secretary, asked as I took a seat, not looking away from the monitors that had Emilia walking away from Raffael’s car in the rain. The footage flickered slightly, but not enough to miss anything important. Not enough to miss the tension.

“Ivan Morozov brought her as partial payment.” Dimitri turned to face me, raising an eyebrow as he noticed my eyes on his. His eyes were gray, his hair was black, his jaw sharp, his face brutally handsome in a way that felt almost cruel. A scar cut through his left eyebrow, making him look more dangerous. His gaze moved over my bruised wrists, my split lip, my torn dress. And that was when my wolf surged so violently I almost gasped. Mate. Dimitri’s eyes said that he felt it too, and I forced myself, despite the pain and surprise, to look away.

Alpha Jason said. "Yes, your highness." The guard replied and left. The guard announced the arrival of klara and Erica. They both bowed to the Alpha and went to sit down. Few minutes later the guards brought Elder Xavier. The guards announed the arrival of Beta Lucas. "Your highness." Beta Lucas bowed down. "Any information?" Alpha Jason asked. "Your highness, Elder Xavier is not the only one part of the robbery, two other elders are part." Beta Lucas said.

“You sure?” “Yes. Besides, if someone is dumb enough to steal from you, I’ll track the stupid fucker down and get it back before killing him.” Her tongue comes out to wet her lips while her eyes search mine, then she asks, “Have you killed a lot, huh?” Lifting my hand, I brush a couple of her hair strands behind her ear. “Do you really want to know, what goes on?” I retort before she finishes her question. “The Bravta is this whole other side of you that I really don’t know about.”

“I sent a bastard to the grave last night, and I can send another today. You really think I need a break?” “That only proves how self-destructive you are. Look at your hands, man. They’re raw. You’re reckless.” Lorena steps back from the bag and grabs the cooler. I remove the bloody bandages and remember Barbie replacing them after the fight, kneeling between my legs, giving me an insanely erotic view. I can’t believe how this girl can be innocent and provocative at the same time. The bossy, bold attitude, thinking she could tell me what to do. “How about a beer in exchange for a question, hm?”

Damien and Jameson on the other hand had picked up on how Jake and Jack had learned to fuse their energies and took that style for a test run; With Damien as a collar around his neck, Jameson had his discipline and restraint, allowing for his strikes to be more refined and precise. They fought through every restless soul under La Bruja's command, dispersing their remains along their way so La Bruja had nothing to bring back, soldier after soldier fell before them; The screams of their fallen comrades fueled their rage, as they fought on and on, taking no prisoners and leaving nothing but the ashes of the fallen to be seen. Finally, after what seemed an eternity, La Bruja fell from his trance

Alex ignored her until he found the perfect spot at the gigantic garage where there was no one around, he finally released her hand. "What do you want? Serena asked him angrily, rubbing her wrist, It seems that his grip was too tight for her slender wrist, she did not like the way he behaved towards Liam who was just having a pleasant conversation with her, and also how he dragged her out of the hall. "What are you flirting with Liam? What about happened to " excuse me for a moment, I want to use the restroom and be back in a jiffy?" he fired more intensely than he wanted