Solntsevskaya Bratva Novels & Stories

“Said if anything happens to you, not even the bastards in Vegas will be able to save them. Then she said to throw us in a room together, that maybe they’ll get off watching me ruin you.” He leans in, whispering against my ear, tone softening. “But don’t worry, Gabby. I would never hurt you, not in any way. But now we know for sure; Svetlana and the Bratva are working with the Camorra. Our situation just got a hell of a lot more serious.” They shove us forward into the abandoned warehouse. Surprisingly, the air isn’t heavy with rust or mold; it’s sweet, almost artificially so.

"For what it's worth... I already know. About the business. About this house. That woman made sure of that." His expression shifted by a fraction. The barest lift of one brow. "I see." "You don't have to lie to me. I may not speak Bratva, but I'm not stupid." "No," he said after a pause. "You're not." Anton had confirmed it later—quiet, low-voiced over the tablet in his lap. Valentina had been leaking location data for weeks, feeding coordinates and rotation patterns to a man named Pavel Ivanov. A name Amelia hadn't heard before, but one that made the blood drain from the faces of every man in the room.

But then he steps aside with a small bow. "Enjoy your evening, krasivaya." I walk back to my table on shaking legs, fighting to keep my pace casual. Behind me, I hear Alexei return to Petrov, their laughter following me across the room. "Status?" Sofia asks. "Fine. Just a little too much attention." "That was well handled. You've got good instincts for deflection. But listen—we just identified the other four people in Petrov's private party. Three are Bratva, one is Yuri Sokolov."

Now I know why his name sounded familiar. He’s a member of the Bratva. He’s among the four ruthless members who are also called the four reapers. Everyone fears them as they hold so much power and are all bloodthirsty. “How did you manage to do it? Me getting invited for an interview to be his daughter's nanny?” As far as I know, members of the bratva are not easily accessible, especially not by commoners like us. “I have a friend who works for his organization. That’s how I managed to do it. Be your best tomorrow, Milana. Don’t mess this up. The pay is really huge and it will be a privilege working for Viktor Ivanov. He—“

she said and he nodded his head and leaned back into his seat. Selena pulled out her phone and turned on the recorder then leaned back on the seat, her piercing gaze fixed on him. “Tell me everything you know about her and where you think she might be," Selena asked. Mariano glanced at her phone then at her face, the cold look on his face unwavering. “Her name is Valerie Castro…" he paused and searched her face for any reaction but when he found none, he continued. “Her family was destroyed by the Bratva, Gonzalez, on the 29th day of October in the year 2009."

She spoke loudly and clearly so Svetlana could hear every single word. "Viktor Sokolov," Amelia announced into the open line, reading the name directly from the top of the handwritten page. "He is the supreme commander of the Bratva in Moscow, and he is your direct superior. You secretly wired three million dollars out of his personal retirement fund last year to cover your own massive gambling debts in Macau." The heavy silence on the other end of the line was absolute. Svetlana did not laugh, and she did not issue any more arrogant threats.

“It’s a clinic that belongs to the Bravta,” he informs me. “Oh.” Remembering something, I ask, “Is everyone I met in the car part of the Bravta? I know Sasha of course” “Yes.” He starts to trail his fingers up and down my arm that’s wrapped around his waist. “Sasha , Ivan , Nikolai, and Sergei are the younger four heads of the Bravta.” “And their women?” “No, they’re not involved in the organization and most of them are single.” When he brushes over the needle marks, my eyes move onto them.

"Fascinating, Toli. All right. I'll play along. Is this mission really about Santana Dioletti?" He furrowed his brow but as good of an actor as he was, I could see the single flash of recognition. Interesting. "The mob boss out of New Orleans who's ceremoniously conquered a good portion of the population in at least six states?" I continued, goading him. "Ah, the ugly pig as the Bratva call him." "You know about the Bratva." My challenge was met with a roll of his eyes. "Only babies do not know of the Bratva in my country. They are much more violent and brutal than any of your...kingpins. However, in a remote manner, this Santana pig does have something to do with the bastard's choice, but o

he says, the weight of his words falling like a sledgehammer. I’m speechless for what feels like an eternity, then I leap to my feet again. Alpha Roman? The Black Veil Bratstvo, a ruthless sect of the Russian Bratva, are known for their bloodthirsty ways as well as their cold-blooded tactics in war and politics. Alpha Roman, their Pakhan and leader, is the worst of them—or so the stories go. “Are you serious, Father? Alpha Roman is… We’re in a war with the Russians!”

I hated them even before my brothers, and I returned back to Vegas and reclaimed our territory from the fucking Bratva and insolent Turkish fuckers that had been fighting for power. “Burn the place down,” I slanted a glance at Milo and Ronan. We had been on the Bratva case for two days straight without any good night's rest. And unfortunately, Savio was in Portland working undercover for Frizz and Dimitri had returned back to New York to tend to these same Russian fuckers. With their previous partnership with the Slovakia Mafia, who murdered Dimitri's father and brother and wiped out Elena's Duval family, I really could blame him for being extra cautious. One of these days, we will figure ou