The Brat Cave Novels & Stories

"This is one of the entrances of the cave, by the way. One is on the other side of the hill while the second is under our manor. My ancestors dug it to create paths for a strategic purpose. See the gate there." My eyes followed where she was pointing at and even it was a bit dark, I could still see the gate made of steel which was barricaded with chains. "Wow, you have a cave under your house and your family owns all of this?!" I exclaimed in amazement. "Val, you're making me dizzy. Wait, I know what you are now?!" "What?" she asked in anticipation. "What else, Val? You're a billionaire heiress who's trying to avenge someone she loves. I swear you're fùcking Batwoman and Storm Hill Town is t

“I hated that damn place.” Raven nodded. “Carlos had me break into a house on Cannel Street, down by the docks. I didn’t know it but the Russian Bratva’s accountant lived there. He wanted me to steal some flash drives in the safe. I got the flash drives but I also found evidence of what they were. I knew if I took them back to Carlos he would make us both disappear, so I did what Carlos didn’t expect. I took the drives and came back to the house to get you. I watched the house and saw Carlos and his friends celebrating in the garage. I could hear everything they said.” Tears rolled down her face as she recalled the past. Her brother shook his head sadly.

Collins I couldn’t believe my eyes. The cave wasn’t a cave.. it was a home. Breck went over and flipped some kind of switch on the wall and fairy lights snapped on. Click click click they kept going .. further and further back in the cave. There was … stuff.. everywhere. A tent.. some sleeping bags .. some water and food and clothes. There were coolers and some kind of camp oven. I was so confused. I looked at Breck… he was watching me warily. Like he’d just shown me a secret, and was worried how I would react.

While they did deal in the sex trade, it was only for women who wanted to work. Only now, alone, can I admit I am ashamed of the trafficking. In the beginning I accepted it as a part of business—people have been bought and sold ever since one man could buy another. We feed appetites no one else can, drugs, sex, booze, power—that is Bratva, mafia. All of us who deal in the things people cannot buy at their local store. If we did not, someone else would. Why not us?

He shook his head. It was none of his business. Cage took the reins of the horses and tied them up to a tree. The young wolf won't be waking up anytime soon. He sighed and walked towards Brat. Brat had woken the little girl up and tried to feed her some snacks they had gotten last night. "Here, have some bread," he stretched forth his hands to her but she shook her head, rejecting him despite being very hungry. "I'm not going to hurt you, okay? I'm Brad, this," he pointed to Cage walking towards them, "is my brother, Cage. What is your name?"