Bratva-Ivan

Ivan

Ivan

I woke up from my drunken stupor to Veronica draped across my chest. Why did I keep doing this to myself?

I was so tired of Veronica I kind of wanted to send her into space. She was clingy as fu*k. Annoying. And the amount of makeup she left on my pillows was costing me a fortune to replace. Yes I was a pig. I didn't have to work to get her into my bed. But everything about her was fake. Her t*ts, a*s, nose, eyelashes. Most importantly, personality.

And all I could think about was Olivia. Including while I was fu*king Veronica. I closed my eyes and pretended it was her. But it didn't feel the same. I hadn't been lucky enough to get her into my bed again, and that bothered me. I never chased women.

We had been hanging out at the Savage Souls club for weeks, and then one night it happened. I had that little princess in my bed. And she blew my fu*king mind.

But it wasn't just the s*x. She was smart. Conversation with her was easy. She didn't want any notoriety.

She was bold. Forward. Sexy as he*l. And my little sister's best friend.

Fu*k.

She made me question things. Like being dominant. Her dominating me was everything. When she tied me up and rode me like a horse, I fu*king felt alive. For the first time in, well ever.

Don't get me wrong. I loved women. I loved s*x. I never settled down. Despite whatever Veronica thought was going on with us, i had no intention of ever settling down with her. Nothing compared to Olivia. She was different. Not only was she my sister's best friend and my nieces God mother, but she was the absolute nightmare haunting me at night. I shouldn't care. But I did. I wanted her. Her smell, her softness. Her boldness.

Growing up under my father's thumb was excruciating. It made me feel the only emotion I had in my heart towards my sweet Yelena. The things he made me do haunted me. Torturing people at 13 for info, ki*ling men like it was nothing. Finding my mom's battered body at 16 after she threw herself off the roof. Definitely changes a guy.

And then there was my sister. Learning what my sister was going through right behind my back nearly ki*led me. Then seeing her scars? Made me go off the deep end. Arseni was lucky he was out of the country. So I drank and fu*ked my way through the pain, but it didn't really help. If anything, it made it worse. I lost myself completely. And I was tired of my father ignoring my sister's pain and hurting women in his path.

So I did the only thing I could think of. I ki*led him.

Not just ki*l. Oh no. I made him feel it. For hours. In front of his men. They felt my wrath. And I smelt their shock. And fear. The ones that agreed to follow me showed me their devotion and the ones who didn't? They were erased.

I took Yelena and my men and made my way to America. Sure I could run Russia with an iron fist, but the memories ate at me. And we had made a good dent in North Carolina. He*l the country. People feared us and we thrived on it. Dominating the weapon trade, we branched out to the local MC.

Hatchet was a good guy. Professional. His ethics also aligned with my own. No skin trading. No drugs besides the occasional mari*uana deals. It worked great. Until that dumb a*s MC tried to turn us against each other. Didn't work out in their favor, and we rescued an innocent woman in return.

I don't know why I was so obsessed with Olivia. It was unhealthy. I kept telling myself it was the amazing s*x. One night. That's all it took. She fu*ked me like it was her mission to ruin me. And ruin she did.

And then I heard her say she was leaving, back to Mexico. My chest ached. The fu*k?

I knew her brother's career. And I knew if she went back suddenly, something wasn't right. But hearing her say she was getting married made rage flood my veins.

No. She was mine. And I was keeping her.

So I made a plan. Simple really. Kidnap her and take of that fiancé of hers. Her brother was using her as a business transaction. She was worth more than any business deal. I'm sure it hurt her. Brothers protect sisters. I'd make sure he could never hurt her again.

Planning took me less than an hour. Quick. Get that little princess in my home. Safe, protected. And then I'd make sure she stayed. For good.

I sounded like a psycho. And I was. Thanks to Olivia. A different kind of psycho than I was used to. But it warmed my cold heart.

I knew they wouldn't be heavily armed. They wouldn't expect the Bratva to show up and save my princess.

I don't know what happened. I had this animalistic need to save her and keep her locked away. I had only had a taste, and she was a dr*g. Addicting.

I had heard whispers and gossip around about her. Mostly dumb wh*ars jealous of her. Mostly lies. But some things I heard from the old ladies' mouths themselves.

Her brother was a piece of sh*t apparently. Having her followed, selling her off like livestock. The cartel she came from was savage. No rules forbidding hurting women and children. Everyone was free to be harmed if needed.

And I hated that. That's the first thing I changed when I took over. Women and children are off limits. I mean maybe I'd bend that rule if a woman did something absolutely heinous. But it would have to be extreme.

So I had this need to take her. Care for her. Ensure she was safe.

And I wouldn't mind if she fu*ked my brains out in return.

She had better brace herself. Because I was about to start a war for her. And I'd win. Always.