La Brava X Gentle Criminal Novels & Stories

Sasha The city lights were a blur as I tore down the road with blinding speed. My grip on the wheels tightened once the thought of someone having the guts to hurt Josephine crosses my mind. My phone rang and the dashboard displayed ‘Pavel’- the man in charge of security I my Bratva. He must’ve caught wind on the current threat against me and is checking in on the situation. I swipe ‘answer’. “Where are you?” “Close by.” His voice came through steady and calculated.

Guilt gnawed at my insides as I took a sip of the strawberry milkshake that was slowly becoming my favorite, Ennio didn't want to tell me but I had overheard it when Stefano decided to slash Ennio's salary in half. " I'll be outside, call me if you need anything, you should stop stressing yourself over this small issue" Ennio said before leaving. Even though I rarely watched animated movies, I was engrossed with 'Brave', by the time I was done with the movie, I could tell why Camilla was obsessed with Brave, Merida was one heck of a brave princess.

Chavez pleaded with the young man. Dark quickly let go of the fake doctor’s neck, and she fell to the floor. “Do what they deserve.” Grace is also catching her breath due to the extreme pain in her body. Her other cheek was sunk to the floor, and she couldn’t move her body because of the pain. “Let’s go, and Natasha needs us now for the return of her true face,” Travis ordered those present. Adrian quickly followed his father and did not help in hurting the two women. With only Dark and Tristan, the criminals were satisfied with the physical pain.

I never wanted to get my life together at your expense, but I’m afraid if you keep my name on the door, you’re going to keep paying for my mistakes. The FBI are passing me around to whichever agency wants to prosecute Lorenzo, along with some of his high-ranking criminal friends. You won’t be hearing from me until this is settled for good. I never want to put the lives of anyone I care about in jeopardy again. I love you both. Take care and take care of each other. P.S. I left something in your glove box with my blessing. Maybe you’ll have a better use for it than I will. “That’s one hell of a closing argument,” Raina says with half a grin.

“You are making my mate uncomfortable,” Luca nudges the female away, the servant’s face flushed with embarrassment and anger, but she doesn’t argue with the dismissal. She looks at Javier with a glare, only for her face to turn chalk white with dread. An omega, yet he looks even more coldly terrifying than the Beta right now. The murderous gleam in his eyes as he slices a piece of meat from the neck of the roasted lamb sends a shudder through her. She scurries away, but Javier's eyes still follow her, seeming almost disappointed that she had given up on Luca too easily.

I and Dante made a sharp pivot and my gaze fell upon a young handsome man, probably Dante's age, coming towards us. His chestnut brown hair was slick, cascading down the nape of his neck. His brows were full and his eyes carried a shade of ocean blue but I noticed an awful straight scar that was indented next to his left eye. That must have been deep. He was as tall as Dante and he was equally muscular. But overall, he was good looking. His smile was rather infectious too. "Ah Valentine Greco. If I'm the devil then what are you?" Dante asked with a brow slightly raised.

Raw Alpha dominance flooded the clearing. Every wolf in the pack lowered their heads instinctively. Except the stranger. He smiled. “Well,” he said calmly. “You must be Damon Blackwood.” Damon stepped forward, placing himself slightly in front of Gracelyn. “I am.” His voice was ice. “You’re trespassing.” The Bloodfang Alpha’s eyes flicked toward Gracelyn. Then to the baby in her arms. Interest flashed across his face. “And you must be the Luna.” Gracelyn felt Damon’s arm slide protectively around her waist.

“But, sir, it’ll take some time to find her size. I’ll…" “Let her wear Serena’s clothes; I’m sure they fit her.” "Sir?” my maid’s voice was soft, stunned, demanding. It had been a long time since she heard me say that name. “I won’t repeat my orders twice, Ella! Don’t let Irina get cold,” I said again. Ella bowed her head lower. “I obey, sir,” she said, and hurried after Irina. I am Miron Pavlov, the current leader of the Bratva that controls Brooklyn. My job isn’t as glamorous as the Armani suit I wear to the office; it’s more obscure. It’s just a facade, but my real business lies underground.

' Pavel steps forward, every inch the Bratva Pakhan, takes her hand and places it in mine, speaking in clear English. 'I do.' Tavisha is staring at him, stricken by his words at this ultimate betrayal, completely ignoring the Priest who is continuing the ceremony. Pavel hisses something to her in Russian, and the devastation leaves her eyes, and I watch her lift her head and straighten her spine, and I understand what she replies because it's in English. 'Fuck you.' She snarls back at him, and before I can stop her, she clenches her hand into a fist and punches him in the face. Blood pours from his nose as he yells in pain, clutching his face while his men jump forward, unsure what to do.

She tried to remember the correct calculations in her head, but when Gil pummeled her with a particularly hard thrust into her now obscenely stretched cunt while Bobby tried to tear her a new asshole with his jackhammering cock from behind, sandwiching her tiny body tightly between the two much larger men, she lost her train of thought. Gil saw the nipple bobbing up and down before his eyes and wanted to taste it. He had the strong urge to bite into the succulent flesh and pull with his teeth, and so he did. Bridgette screamed and came when she felt the sting of GilÕs teeth bite into her sensitive flesh.