Bratva-Mikhail

Mikhail

Mikhail

I was mad happy for my brother Ivan. I never thought one of us would build a family. With everything that happened to Olivia they deserved the world. Not to mention their little girl, Valeria, was fu*king adorable. I loved that baby. Me. The cold-hearted as*hole loved that little girl.

I don't mean to brag, but besides Yelena, I was her favorite person.

It could be that I spoiled the sh*t out of her. She was 8 months now, and I bought her whatever she wanted. Despite Olivia grumbling under her breath that she didn't need another stuffed animal.

Blasphemy. She didn't have enough. Ever.

I kept her room at the mansion, obviously. When Olivia and Ivan wanted a night out and Yelena wasn't available, I offered my services.

Well, I had Janis helping me. But I digress.

Ivan and I were basically brothers. And Yelena was like a sister. I knew them from the moment their dad plucked me off the streets of Moscow and put me to work. The guy was a monster, and he trained us as such. But when Ivan ki*led the ba*tard he wanted a new generation of Bratva. One that wasn't pure evil.

Don't get me wrong, people feared us. And for good reason. I had ki*led too many men to count. And I almost always used my hands.

But Ivan wanted an empire that treated women with respect and never ki*lled innocents. And we did respect our women. All of the women in our lives were protected and cherished. I might be a pig when it comes to the girls that are hired to warm our beds, but they are willing to work and we never force them. Ivan mainly wanted the women around to entertain us and keep us focused. At the time, he believed relationships made us weak. Well, that changed after he met Olivia.

And I believed that too. Until I saw almost every man around me latch on to one of the women. Not gonna lie, but it did make me a bit envious. It would be nice to come home to one woman and be loved. But I just didn't think I deserved it. My past was dark, and what if they found my skeletons? Would they ever be able to look at me the same way?

I had never dated. Never found a woman I thought would be good wife material. The women that hung around us wanted one thing, status. I had seen men get trapped by kids they didn't want, women playing mind games that fu*ked our men up, and that sounded terrible. Thankfully I was fixed.

But I did have my eye on a certain maid that worked for us.

Janis. That beauty. I badly wanted to fu*k her, but it was proving to be difficult. She was professional. I almost wanted to fire her just to have a chance to bend her over.

But I reigned it in. She was too sweet and too good at her job to do something shady like that. She wasn't like the woman I normally went for. And by that I mean the hired wh*ars.

Call me an as*hole, but I've only ever cared about s*x. Never wanted to catch feelings.

Or so I thought, until Ivan and Olivia.

And to be totally honest, any time I slept with a woman, I had one chick on my mind. Janis.

Her golden skin, her honey-colored hair. And those almond colored eyes. Even with the uniform on her body was exactly my preference.

She wasn't skinny. I was not about that life. I wanted meat on the bones. A soft stomach, soft hips. I practically drooled looking at her. Someone who wasn't afraid to eat. I wanted to take a bite out of her a*s.

She was beyond hot and it pis*ed me the fu*k off. The few times I tried to get her alone, she found a way to get out of my grasp. Don't get me wrong, I saw the lust in her eyes. I think she was just afraid of losing a good job. Or make it awkward. Whatever it may be.

If she'd just let me fu*k her out of my system it would be fine. But I had a feeling it wasn't going to be that easy. She might become quite addictive.