Bratva-Ivan

My Brother

Ivan

The door creaked open and to my surprise he didn't step out. Just reached for the food and started closing the door. I had to make a move, quickly. I shoved Declan out of the way and lunged.

But he was quick, bolting back into the room. I heard yelling in the distance, no doubt my men seeing the scene and initiating their side of things.

I rushed into the room after him g*n drawn. I was too late. He had grabbed her, pushing his g*n into her temple, arm wrapped tightly around her neck.

Her eyes were wide. Clearly scared, but also a sparkle of defiance in them. They darted around the room looking for a way out, no doubt.

"Put the g*n down, Miguel. There's at least 20 men outside. You aren't going anywhere."

He smiled wickedly. "Maybe not Colega. Maybe not. But I'll drag her to he*l with me. I won't ever be without her again. I was her first. Did you know that Ivan? The first to fu*k her. I took her virgi*ity in every way possible."

My vision was blurred. Anger bubbling to the surface. I mentally reminded myself that none of this mattered. She was mine now. Forever. Her past? Was purely trauma. Nothing like what we had.

"Doesn't she taste sweet Ivan? Fu*k. Her screams are like music to my ears. I'm getting ha*d just thinking about it." He ran the g*n down her face. My finger twitched over the trigger.

"It is quite the sound Miguel. But there's a difference. You make her scream in pain, I make her scream in pleasure. You'll never have a chance to hear that sound. No matter what happens tonight, she'll hate you. She'll never love you. Now let her and this fantasy of yours go."

He's jaw ticked. Clearly I was pis*ing him off. Good. Distract him while the guys got in the back.

"FU*K YOU!" He roared.

Then I saw it. Him. Clown. How did I not hear him coming in the back? Fu*king ninja. I barely looked at him, hoping not to give away his position. But I could see the look on his face. I had never seen that man look like this. Quite frankly, like a lunatic. Hair disheveled, eyes burning with rage. I had no doubt he had two people on his mind right now. Olivia, and his sister.

He moved. Silently. Dea*ly. How this nearly 300 pound guy moved so stealthily was beyond me. But he did. And his hand shot out, grabbing the arm holding the weapon and twisting it behind his back. Miguel yelled out in pain. That was definitely painful. He whipped around and Olivia dropped to the ground. I rushed to her, g*n still trained on Miguel. The feeling of her in my arms was something I would never forget.

I turned to see Clown and Miguel struggling. Clown had the upper hand physically, but Miguel wasn't giving up the g*n. Seconds felt like hours. Men began pouring in. And then I heard it. Two g*n shots. And Clown dropped. Before I could react, multiple guys were on Miguel throwing him to the ground. A few fists were thrown, but they knew better than to ki*l him. We wanted him alive.

The scream that ripped from Olivia's chest instantly broke my heart. She ripped herself from my arms and threw herself at Clown.

Fu*k.

Clown

Da*n. That hurt. It wasn't the first time I had been sh*t, but I knew it was bad. The warmth coming from my stomach was getting hotter. Sounds were blurring. But I couldn't help but feel a different kind of warmth.

Olivia was alive. I couldn't help my sister, but I helped her. She was safe now. I could d*e happily. And I probably was going to.

"Clown! You stay with me. Don't you fu*king leave me. Please!"

I tried so hard to focus on her face. Flashes of my sister flickered across her face. She looked so thin. So frail. But so strong.

I closed my eyes, smiling.

"You stay safe, Oli. Stay strong. Keep being you." And then darkness took over.

Olivia

No. He couldn't d*e. Not for me. Not like this.

We loaded Clown into an SUV and were rushing to the hospital. I felt cold, numb. After everything that happened, I should be thrilled. Don't get me wrong, I was so thankful to get out of that nightmare. The men that rescued me, including Ivan, quite literally saved my life. I wasn't sure how much longer I could hold on for.

I held Clown on my lap, the T-shirt pushing into his stomach. He had lost a ton of bl*od. I wasn't sure if he would make it, but I had to believe he would. He was breathing, but it was shallow. His pulse would pick up and then slow down, clearly going into shock. I could see Ivan's eyes burning into my face from my peripheral. He didn't say a word. He knew. Knew I wouldn't be OK if I lost Clown. He was the only brother I had. The only brother who always protected me.

The late nights watching movies. Talking about his so very much, not crush on a certain club girl. Talking about our pasts while the big lug let me do facials on him. How he always ordered my favorite sushi when I was ugly crying over Ivan.

I didn't even realize we were at the hospital until Hatchet and the others were pulling Clown off of me.

"Oli. I need you to let him go and let the nurses take him."

So I did. But I couldn't move. I just stared down at my bl*od soaked hands. And then the adrenaline must have started leaving my body. I finally dashed out of the SUV running after the gurney.

This was a small rural hospital. There was no way they had the facilities for this kind of injury.

He had to hang on. Please Clown. Please don't leave me.