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I flipped the couch over and took cover behind it, reloading my gun. Lukyan scurried over and crouched at my side, a crazy smile on his face. “Isn’t this fun?!” he yelled over the gunfire, laughing maniacally. He’s fucking crazy.
Love him lol
Vin growled, kicking the lifeless body in the ribs. His eyes snapped to me. “I had that!” he yelled as he flung a knife into a man’s chest, halfway across the room. I stood, glaring. “I think what you meant to say was, ‘thank you’, testa di cazzo.” Dickhead.
Plucking the knife from his hands, I held it under his chin and straddled his chest. “Tut, tut, tut. Too slow,” I laughed, enjoying the way the fucker trembled beneath me.
I laughed softly, turning my attention back to the TV. I watched as Henry Cavill fought some fugly-ass monster on the screen. Christian and Luca’s voices pitched higher as they argued in the background.
Lmaoooooo me
“Guys,” I scolded. They were interrupting my ogling of a shirtless Henry, and it was seriously pissing me off. “This episode is almost over. Just chill out.” Instead, they got in each other’s faces, pushing and shoving one another. Something smashed.
I pointed at Luca. “You, over there,” I snapped, pointing to one side of the room. “And you, over there,” I growled at Christian, pointing to the other side of the room so they were far away from each other. I channeled my mother, her demeanor, the voice she used when she had to break up fights between my brothers and me. Fights exactly like this. “Now,” I whispered menacingly.
Annoyed, I turned off the TV. The vibe was ruined. I was no longer in the mood to pant over the gloriousness that was Henry Cavill.
I pushed the barrel under his chin, tilting his head up as I pulled back the hammer and cocked the gun. “Got. It?” Fear flashed in his eyes. He nodded fast. “Gotcha.”
I needed a distraction, something to keep myself occupied while my husband and family were out on this mission. At first, that distraction was Henry Cavill, until the two idiots behind me ruined that. The next best thing was the arcade.
I couldn’t blame them. To anyone else, they’d look scary, dangerous. Four six-foot somethin’ men standing around, glaring at anyone who even came close to me. Well, everyone except for Christian. He was the only one willing to play games with me. But so far, he’d beaten me at everything. And I was sick of fucking losing.
Lorenzo, Christian, and Luca all looked as if they were going to protest, too, but I gave them the Volkov stare: chin up, shoulders back, eyes hard, jaw clenched, stance strong and powerful. They backed down.
Rayna’s face blurred in front of me, her face distorted, yet I could still make out the bright-as-fuck smile on her stupid, ugly face. She betrayed me. Rayna actually fucking betrayed me, and now, she was giving me over to God knew who.
I knew it
“I wish I could be there when they kill you, to watch you die, but the knowledge of it will have to be enough,” she said, looking into my eyes. She glanced over my shoulder. “Okay, I’m ready. Make it look real.”
The men at his back were a mix of Mexican and Italian descent, in various shapes of build, ranging from short and stumpy to tall and muscly. How the fuck a man like Nero could gain control of Los Zetas was beyond me. And not only gain control, but keep it. “My name is Nero.” He smiled, trying to go for friendliness, but I could tell it was forced. “It’s such a pleasure to finally meet you.”
“As wife of the future head of the Cosa Nostra, you’re definitely important to them. And the second your father got involved with them, he made an enemy out of me. I not only want Alessandro to see his son suffer the same way I suffered when he stole my wife from me. No, I also want others to see what happens when they align themselves with the Cosa Nostra.”
“What?” Nero snapped at him. The man shifted his feet awkwardly. “She thinks you’re, like, seventy. A baby boomer is someone born between 1946 and 1964.” “I know what a fucking baby boomer is,” Nero barked, cutting him a filthy look.
My skin tingled with anticipation, my body buzzing with so much adrenaline I clenched my fists to stop them from shaking. Staring hard, I channeled my father. The big, bad Bratva boss. The Bratva Butcher. All the strength and power he exuded.
Felix dropped to his knees behind me, a gurgled cry slipping from his lips before he fell face-forward to the ground. The kill took less than a second. I smirked, enjoying the way the smiles dropped from all of their faces at the unexpected kill. Well, everyone except Nero. He was smiling.
Goatee pivoted on his feet, and we circled each other. “You think you’re tough shit, don’t you? But you’re just a dirty little slut.” I laughed. “Oh, I definitely am. But only for one guy.” I looked directly into the camera lens and winked for Arturo.
“You made the mistake of assuming I was just Arturo’s woman. I mean, don’t get me wrong, I most definitely am Arturo’s woman, through and through. 100 percent. But that’s not all I am. I’m also the daughter of the Bratva Butcher.” One of his men gasped in shock, and I smiled.
“One thing you need to know about my father is that he’s incredibly protective. Paranoid too. Like, I’m talking an insane amount. You see, after my mother was kidnapped and murdered, he’s held his children on a bit of a tight leash. The only way he would even let us leave the house was if we agreed to let him put a tracking device in us.”
“Since I was ten years old, I’ve had a little microchip embedded just beneath the surface of my skin. One that, once activated, broadcasts my location to my father.” Nero’s eyes widened in shock just as a huge explosion rocked the building, making the ground shake beneath our feet. I smiled. “And here he is now.”
“Where is she, Christian?” “I’m sorry, Boss. I don’t know. She was taken.” Taken. Time slowed down, everything around me grinding to a halt as those words sank in. She was gone. Someone had kidnapped her, taken her from me.
“Someone’s kidnapped her.” Suddenly, the room sprang to life, Illayana’s brothers moving like the house was on fire. Aleksandr barked orders, Nikolai grabbed his laptop, typing away furiously while Lukyan ran out of the room, a few Bratva men hot on his heels.
“Did he bug her phone or something?” I asked, following the other SUV in front of me as we merged onto the highway. I wasn’t 100 percent sure where we were going, just that the location was somewhere outside a small town on the outskirts of Las Vegas. “Or something.” Lukyan turned and tapped the back of his neck.
“So you’re telling me you all have trackers in the backs of your necks that broadcast your location to your father?” “You make him sound crazy.” Lukyan laughed. “He’s just a bit protective, that’s all. He got a bit paranoid after our mother was kidnapped. He wasn’t able to find her before she was raped and killed. He decided he wasn’t going to go through that shit again, hence the tracker.”
I’d gutted men from throat to pelvis. I’d ripped organs from their bodies and then eaten a turkey sandwich while I stood in a pool of their blood. But that? Watching Illayana being hurt? Brutalized? That I couldn’t stomach.
Illayana stabbed Diego in the leg and kicked him away. She and the other man circled each other, and then she looked directly at the camera and winked. She. Fucking. Winked. “For fuck’s sake, Illayana,” I hissed, grinding my teeth.
Lmaoooo i love herrrr
And then there he was. My husband had a look of pure menace on his face. Darkness vibrated from him, tainting the air with a promise of violence, death, and destruction. There was something different about him, something I’d never seen in him before: an evil lurking behind those beautiful, multicolored eyes. An evil that demanded retribution.
He was glorious, a Greek god in human form. Blood dripped down his face, on his clothes, his knuckles, over nearly every inch of him. He looked…terrifying, like the devil in a Brioni suit.
My eyes locked with Arturo’s. “Hi, husband,” I said sweetly, giving him a smile. I was happy to see him, even if I did have a gun digging into my temple.
He narrowed his eyes, his glare promising punishment. “You didn’t stay at home like I told you to, kotenok.” “Wellllll, if we’re being technical, you didn’t tell me. You told Christian and Luca.”
Arturo sneered, his rage palpable. “No.” And then he fired, shooting Nero directly in the head. There was no hesitation, no second-guessing his decision. No indication that he was even going to take the shot. He just fired. It was a skilled shot—one that showed exactly how good he was with that gun.
Hot lol
Staring directly at the men on their knees, he gripped my chin with his free hand and dragged my face to his, lifting me to my tippy toes. His lips crashed into mine, his tongue licking into my mouth in a searing hot kiss—one that sent tingles straight to my clit. It was a fiercely dominating kiss, one that screamed possessiveness. Claiming. He was showing these men that I was his, and he wouldn’t let their actions go unpunished.
He bit my bottom lip hard enough to sting, and I yelped in surprise. “I’m going to bend you over my knee and spank your ass for leaving the house when you knew you weren’t meant to.”
Lukyan gagged. “Dude. I so did not need to hear that.” “Yeah. Too much information.” Nikolai grunted. Arturo nipped my bottom lip once more before finally releasing me.
Lmaooooooo
“Why is that fucker dead?” he growled. “I wanted him alive.” “He did it.” Lukyan pointed to Arturo, and I rolled my eyes. Fucking tattletale.
Lmao
Arturo stood tall, not shrinking under my father’s intense stare. “It was him or her. I chose Illayana.” Father sighed. “Fair enough.”
Aleksandr had a petite, dark-haired woman flung over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes, kicking and screaming as she beat her fists against his back, cursing him in Spanish. My brows shot up in surprise. “Glad to see you, brat,” Aleksandr grunted, moving past me and out the front door.
His entrancing blue-green eyes roved over every inch of my body, the path his gaze traveled searing my skin. “You’ve got no idea what seeing you tied up like this, completely at my mercy, does to a man like me.”
“Crawl to me.” His deep, throaty voice made me shiver, and my body zinged with a desperate need to obey him.
nodded, licking my lips at the sight of his rock-hard length standing tall. He fisted his cock and pumped it slowly, dragging his hand up and down leisurely. It was the hottest thing I’d ever seen.
“Tell me what you want,” he whispered darkly. “I wan—need you. Always you.”
“Beg me.”
Ahhhhhh
“Not God, kotenok.” Relentless and unforgiving, he hammered into me over and over, not giving me an ounce of relief. He licked up my spine. “I’m the fucking devil.” His movements turned feral. Ferocious. Chaotic.
Whimpering, I shook my head. “Arturo, no. I can’t go again.” “I’ll give you two minutes,” he whispered, slipping his fingers into my entrance. “And then I’ll have you again.”
“Your cock is going to kill me one day,” I panted. He chuckled and climbed back on top of me. “And what a way to go that would be.”
“Do you seriously need all those shoes?” Lukyan asked from his position on my bed, feet crossed at the ankles and hands behind his head.
Lmaooooo
Lukyan turned beet red. “Stop mentioning it!” With a twirl, Tatiana put down the sleek black dress and picked up a skintight red one that showed a bit too much cleavage. She looked at Lukyan through the mirror and poked her tongue at him. “Ya big baby.” She held the dress to her body again, trying to imagine what it would look like on her, decided she didn’t like it, and threw it back where she got it from.
There were rumors that Nero’s younger brother, Franco, stepped up after his death, and that he was ten times better fitted for the position. He had already mobilized the men and cemented his leadership by taking out an entire MC gang that had encroached on their territory during the transition. Then, of course, there were the Zetas. There were still a large number of them spread throughout New York and Chicago, and their reasons for following Nero’s commands were still up in the air. We wondered if they would also look to avenge his death.
