Bratva-Ivan

Olivia It had been weeks since I spoke to my brother. I swear that fu*ker had a tracker under my skin. I needed to leave before I put my friends and my darling niece at risk. I hadn't planned on staying here. But I found friends. True friends. Alex, Jasmine and most of all, Yelena had given me a sort of normal feeling life. And then there was Ivan. I couldn't stand another day around him. Dude got under my skin. And not in a good way. A drunken night led me to his bed. And I stayed the fu*king night. Not cool. Can't happen. Men are fu*king animals. Maybe not all, I guess. I've seen how Ace, Diablo and Whiz were but that was far and in between. I never thought I'd sleep with any of the guys here. I mean most were taken, or loving the club girls. And Ivan had a, well, I don't know what. Veronica. I saw the way she looked at me and I kinda wanted to punch her face in. She was a typical Mafia wh*ar. I wanted nothing to do with that drama. I had enough on my plate. My brother had already sold me to Daniel. To strengthen the alliance between to Guantalupe and Knights Templar cartel. But now the heat was closing in. I saw the i***t who pretended to be incognito. Following me around town, taking pictures. So I guess it was time to go back. Maybe I'd try to fight it. Not like I'd win. But I had to say goodbye to at least Yelena. And my baby girl Valentina. I'd never forgive myself if something happened to them. Any of them. I never had a say in my life. So why start now? It was bad when my brother took over. Not like it wasn't bad before, but he was an absolute psychopath. The things he did to other human beings were absolutely horrifying. So I left. Snuck out one day and hoped I would never be found. I got my visa and studied. Finally getting into law school. And I was good. Despite my harsh appearance, I was good at law. And now that dream was being ripped away from me. It was nice while it lasted. So I met Yelena and my little pumpkin at the clubhouse. I immediately went for Valentina. "Olivia, you look like sh*t." "Gee thanks Yelena. I haven't been sleeping well. I'll survive. But I did want to let you know I'll be going away for a while." Probably forever, but I don't want to drop that bomb on her yet. "Away? For how long? Where are you going?" She looked sad. Fu*k. I didn't want her to be upset. "Just some family stuff to take care of in Mexico. I'm not sure how long, but a while." "Well OK, stay in touch please? Valentina is going to miss you. She is already looking for you when we come here." My heart clenched. Yelena knew I wasn't going back for a family get-together. She knew Mafia life, and she knew about my demons back home. She was worried already. "Ya I'll try." I smiled. "You're leaving?" I heard a gruff voice behind me. Ivan. I knew that voice too well. I turned around and our eyes met. He was leaning against the wall, fists tight and jaw clenched. What the he*l? Was he eavesdropping? I mean we weren't exactly in a closed area, but how long has he been standing there? "Uh ya. I'm going back home for a while." He looked pis*ed. "Can I talk to you? Alone?" I looked at Yelena and she just shrugged. Scooping Valentina from my arms. We walked into Whiz's office and my heart was racing. It was always racing around him. Ivan was a God of a man. Always well put together, tattoos covering his body. His dark hair fell over his forehead. And his eyes. Don't get me started on his eyes. Dark blue. Intimidating. He was insanely buff. So fu*king hot. "When are you leaving?" "Tomorrow night. My brother's coming to get me." "Olivia, are you in danger?" He looked truly concerned, but I needed to keep my head straight. "Not that it's your business, Ivan but no. I'm getting married. Cartel business." His eyes grew wide. "You absolutely fu*king are not getting married." He growled out. Before I knew it, he had rounded the desk and was standing close enough I could feel the heat radiating off of him. He smelt so good. Da*nit. "Ivan, you know how these things work. I don't have a choice. I haven't had any choices since I was born. Especially not being a woman. It is what it is." "If you think I'm letting you leave to marry some as*hole for business you're insane. If I have to deal with your family, I will. But you're staying." "Ivan, why do you care? We slept together once. You have a woman, and she's waiting for you at home. I'm sure she'll keep you company. You don't need me warming your bed. And I certainly don't need you pretending to care." Then it happened in a flash. His hand went around my throat, and he shoved me against the wall. He wasn't choking me, just enough to let me know who was in charge. And it was definitely him at that moment. He gritted his teeth. "Veronica is not my woman. She's slept with so many of my men I've lost count. She has been there when I needed an outlet. If I had you in my bed I wouldn't need her." Pig. "We aren't together, Ivan. Never will be. You can fu*k whoever you want and so can I." His jaw clenched so hard I'm surprised he didn't crack a tooth. Oops. "You're starting to pi*s me off Olivia. I'm holding myself back, but one more sentence like that, and I'll spank your a*s into next week." Please do. Wait what?! Here's how it's going to go. You're going to tell that good for nothing brother you aren't some pawn in whatever cartel business they have going. Then you're going to come stay with me, I'll protect you." God this man was frustrating. Hot, but frustrating. He was no way going to be able to protect me. Bratva or not. "No. You don't understand. You might be Bratva, but Cartel is an entirely different beast. I don't do this and my body will be scattered all over Jalisco. And I won't be dy*ng quickly. I don't show up tomorrow night and I might as well jump into a tank of sharks." I shoved his hand off my neck and walked out. It was sweet that he wanted to help me, I guess. But he doesn't have any power in Mexico. I watched what they did to my mother when she tried to run. Horrific. Disgusting. I could never get those images out of my head. And they recorded it. A warning that, no matter how close of a family member you were, you were never safe. Especially women. I said my goodbyes to a tearful Yelena and an adorable Valentina. It was hard but I had to do it. Maybe one day I could come back. Hold my little pumpkin. Have amazing nights drinking and dancing with friends. Doubt it. The next night I was waiting at the airport. My brother had sent his private jet and Daniel to come get me. Ugh. Daniel. That pervert had wanted me since I was 6 years old. Disgusting. He was in his 50s now and a bloated lazy jacka*s. Suddenly I felt eyes behind me. Boring in to my head. I turned around but didn't see anything. Strange. I turned back around and saw the jet pulling into the private landing. Here we go. I started walking towards the tarmac when suddenly SUVs surrounded the jet. Armed masked men pouring out. They all had their weapons aimed at the jet. What is happening? Suddenly I felt arms around my waist pulling me away. I fought hard. Clawing and kicking. I was dragged into the women's bathroom, and they let me go. I turned around and gasped. Ivan. What the hell did he think he was doing? "Ivan what the fu*k?!" "Bringing you home princess. I'll be sending your brothers men either home or to he*l depending on how they act for the next 10 minutes." "My fiancés on that plane, you i***t!" His eyes darkened. He was scary as he*l when he was mad. "That's not your fu*king fiancé that's a predator. And I'll take care of him." Suddenly my ears started ringing. Panic flooded me. No. I can't have a panic attack right now. I started hyperventilating. My anxiety clawing at my throat. Then darkness took over.