Pavel
We close on the apartment building on a beautiful June day. Sasha and Kayla both look like movie stars in their short shorts, high heels, and sunglasses snapping a selfie in front of it for Sasha’s i********:. I stand back and watch, hardly believing it’s all real. That it happened so easily.
That’s what life with Kayla is like—easy. She makes me feel like a god with her total surrender, her belief in me, her bright, happy smiles any time I’m near.
Maxim stands beside me, his gaze on Sasha soft.
“Thank you, brother. I still can’t believe you did this for me.”
“It’s a worthwhile investment,” Maxim says. “And you’re family.”
Family.
Family.In the bratva, we are supposed to break all ties to our former families and swear allegiance only to the brotherhood. That’s one of the reaso
