Bratva Bride

Chapter One

Theodora Vatali 

Being a Bratva Princess isn't as bad as one might think. My Father, Dimitri Ivanov is Pakhan, the big boss, and has raised my siblings and I in the life. To be honest, I don't think I could have ever seen myself as anything different. All I've ever known is The Bratva. Is death and violence, and I love every second of it. 

In most organised crime syndicates, the women are kept far away from the blood and violence that encompasses our world. They’re in no way involved with any of the operations and are not privy to any information. 

Me however? Oh, I was raised to be just as cutthroat and ruthless as any man. By the age of 3, I had already seen more death then most adults usually see within their lifetime. By 7 I had killed my first man, a quick slit to the throat brought him down real f*****g quick. By 13 I was a made-woman, fully initiated into the Bratva, and now at 21, I have just as many kills under my belt as my brothers. 

My Father is known throughout Russia for being one scary motherfucker. Our family has ruled over the Bratva for centuries. Their has always been a Vatali ruling and always will be. When the time comes for Father to step down, my eldest brother, Father's first born Aleksandr will take over, and so on and so forth. My 2 other brothers, Nikolai and Lukyan will marry other Russian Families to strengthen our bloodlines. 

Me? Well I'm a bit more of a wildcard. Father would never force me to marry someone I did not want too. I have as much say in my future as he does, and he would never force me to do anything I didn't want to do. Lucky for him, I grew up wanting to fight. To learn the easiest and most efficient ways to kill someone. It was what I liked, what I was interested in, and what I craved the older I got. 

Father received numerous marriage offers for my hand, most from the other Russian families within The Bratva. There was nothing wrong with these men, they were powerful, successful and from well off Families, but there was always something missing. Something I couldn't quite put my finger on. But I knew without a shadow of a doubt that none of them were my future husband. 

That is until I met Arturo Luciano.