Bratva-Ivan

Moving On and Out

Olivia

Yelena pulled up to the gate and I booked it. Ripping the door open and diving in.

"Drive!"

This is why Yelena was my girl. She didn't even hesitate, stepping on the gas and pulling away. I looked in the rear view mirror and saw him. Ivan. Standing on the front step, shirt still unbuttoned from his little escapade and chest heaving.

Fu*k you Ivan. And fu*k ever caring about a man again.

Yelena drove in silence towards the MC. I could tell she was waiting for me to speak first. I didn't want to put a wedge between her and Ivan. They were close and I wanted to keep it that way.

"I just needed to get away. Ya know?"

She hummed but clearly didn't believe me.

"Ya? You leave without any belongings, and it's just because you want to get away? Or is it that my brother thinks with his di*k?"

"It's complicated Yelena. We were never a couple. I was stupid for catching feelings. It's my mistake. I just need to put distance between us, and I'll be fine."

Suddenly her phone rang. I knew who it was. I had left my phone behind so it was obvious. She didn't answer. Just drove like a woman on a mission. I just wanted to get to the MC and hold my little pumpkin. She always calmed me.

"I don't want to cause any trouble with you and Ivan. Or the Bratva and MC. Please don't say anything to anyone."

"I got you babe. But don't think I'm going to be easy on my brother. He missed a good thing. And that bi*ch Veronica might end up eating my fist."

I laughed. She knew. Of course she knew.

"I will say this, Olivia. I don't expect you to wait around for the games. But that bi*ch knows how to play games. I'm not sure what you saw, but her manipulation is top tier."

I just smiled and looked out the window. It doesn't matter. Me and him never would have worked out. He could have sent that sl*t away and chose not to. So it is what it is. Time for me to move out and move on.

Ivan

I was livid. I knew what Olivia saw. And it looked bad. I had just gotten home and I was exhausted. I just wanted to crawl into bed and cuddle my princess. I had ripped my tie off and started unbuttoning my shirt to finish up the rest of my spreadsheets. The door opened, and I was too into the math to even look up. I assumed it was Mikhail, but by the time I looked up Veronica was on my desk, legs spread.

Whatever she said next, I didn't even hear. The pounding headache and blind rage I felt dulled her annoying voice out. And then I saw her. And my heart fu*king shattered. There was no going back from this.

Olivia wasn't just any woman. She didn't tolerate bulls*it. And it was further proven with the stinging slap she just laid across my cheek. I was in shock. By the time I came back to reality, Veronica was still sprawled out, and I wanted to puke.

Now I don't like to hurt women. But she had hit my last nerve. I just fu*king lost one of the most important things in my life.

I stood. Arms shaking. And before I knew it, my hand was around her throat and she was pinned to my desk. I leaned in. Her eyes widened. Pure fear flickering in them.

"You're gone. I'll get you to Russia and you will still be protected. But I never want to see your fu*king face again."

I slammed her head down, probably a bit hard, but fu*k it.

I ran downstairs and Mikaihl was waiting at the bottom. He looked odd, pis*ed?

"She's gone, man. Someone came to pick her up. Hope it was worth it." He walked away.

What the actual fu*k? He was my second in command, and even he was pissed about her. But I wasn't surprised. All of them were devoted to her. My housekeepers, gardeners, cooks. Where they all despised Veronica, they loved Olivia. How could you not?

"Get Veronica on the first flight out. She's going to Moscow. Make sure the brothers know she's coming."

He just nodded. And walked away.

By the time I got outside, she was gone. Yelenas car taring out of the lot.

Fu*k. Yelena was going to ca*trate me. And I deserved it. I had to get her back. I had to call Whiz.

Olivia

By the time we got to the MC I was exhausted. Mentally and physically. Hatchet didn't ask questions, just led me to a room. He knew something had happened.

"You have a room here and protection as long as you want. I'll send Whiz and Ace to get your belongings. I don't want any trouble with the Bratva, but I also won't let a woman be hunted."

I smiled. A tear left my eye. "I'm sorry, Hatchet. Really. I'll find a place soon and be out of your hair. I don't want me causing you guys any issues."

He grabbed me and brought me to his chest.

Hatchet was like a father to everyone. He lost his wife years ago and had this fatherly instinct to protect all women. I was so grateful for his words.

"No you won't, darling. You have a place here. You're one of us."

He kissed my head and walked out, shutting the door behind him.

And I collapsed into bed. Thoughts were swirling in my mind, but I didn't have the energy to decipher them right now.

Yelena

I'm not gonna lie, I was torn. On one hand, I knew my bestie would never flee like that unless she saw something bad. But I also knew Ivan was in love. Maybe they didn't say it out loud, but I saw it. And I had no doubt Veronica orchestrated it.

My brother was a pig, or at least used to be. But I saw the way he looked at Olivia. I had never seen him this way towards any woman.

So here I was debating about going to his house and fighting that bi*ch and giving him a stern talking to.

I knew Olivia. There was no going back. She didn't trust people in general. So this incident? It was an end all as far as she was concerned.

And my heart broke. I wanted them together. I wanted my bestie to find a guy who wouldn't fu*k around. Wouldn't hurt her. But it happened. Whether or not it was Veronica orchestrating it. He should have kicked her out years ago.

But he owed her dad. Big time. He saved my life after all. Or tried. He had been giving Arseni jobs to get him away from me. Under my father's nose.

So Ivan vowed to protect Veronica. And he had. But somewhere along the line she weasled her way under his skin. Trying to be the queen she never would be. It made me sick. But I didn't really care as long as he kept his distance. But now it was more than that.

Now feelings were involved. And that sucked.

After the 29th call from Ivan, I finally answered.

"Ivan. What do I owe the honor?"

"Where is she?"

"Gone. You lost her. I have no doubt whatever she saw was just another one of Veronica's games, but it's over, brother. Olivia doesn't forgive. Or forget. Leave her alone for a bit. With any luck, I can talk her into having a discussion with you, but for now. Just let her move on."

"No. I won't."

He hung up. Great.

Ivan

I didn't realize what I had lost until I drowned myself in vodka. I could walk into the Savage Souls territory and rip Olivia out of I wanted to. Alliance be da*ned.

But I didn't. Maybe she needed space. Maybe it was beyond repair. But I refused. I wouldn't give up. She'd be mine again.

I never realized how good I had it until I lost her. Waking up with her in my arms. She always made sure I ate breakfast. Watching all the people who worked for me adored her. I wasn't even jealous. She was meant to be a queen.

My queen.

And as much as I knew the MC could protect her, it still wasn't enough.

I had spoken to Hatchet. As much as I wanted to throttle him for not sending her back to me, I understood it. That man would take a bu*let for any woman. He didn't want to send her back because he wouldn't force her.

And Whiz was the same way. He also didn't want to get his ba*ls chopped off. And he loved my princess. Understandably so. She was Valentina's favorite person.

So all I could do was wait. And drown myself in sorrow. I fu*ked up so badly. But I wouldn't give up. No. I would get the one woman I loved back. Ya. I loved her. And I wouldn't ignore that any longer.