Bratva Bride (Bratva, #1)

by T.J. Maguire

Tatiana and I clicked instantly. To put it bluntly, we were both bat shit crazy and loved to stir shit up, even when we were kids.

If it’s too hot and muggy, you better stay the fuck out of my way. I’ve been known to shoot a person or two who pisses me off on a hot day.

“Oh my god! Oh my god, you lucky bitch! Do you have any idea how hot the De Luca brothers are?! They’re spank-your-ass-and-fuck-you-til you-can’t-feel-your-pussy hot!”

As Vincenzo brought the apple to his lips and bit into it, I quickly pulled out a throwing knife from inside my coat and flung it straight at him. The blade flew through the air, piercing the apple with textbook precision. Vincenzo sat frozen in place, the apple in his mouth, his hands still gripping the sides with my blade stuck right in the middle. He slowly pulled the apple away from his face and held it up in the air, looking at it with bewilderment. His green eyes landed on me and I could see the fire burning within. "V sleduyushchiy raz eto budet tvoy glaz." Next time, it'll be your eye, I said in Russian, my eyes fixed firmly on Vincenzo. "I have no idea what the fuck you just said, and I don't care. That was hot as fuck,"

Even that stupid fucker at the back, Maxim. I saw how he looked at her with hunger and desire. His eyes never left her body the entire time we were in that fucking room, and it took everything in me not to march over there and shove my gun down his throat. He might not have known it, but the second she walked into that room, she was mine.

"Want some advice?" Lukyan asked, leaning back casually in his chair and humming softly. "Not really, but I have a feeling you're going to give it to me anyway," I replied. "She's fucking crazy. Get out while you can."

She fought just as good as any of my men would have, and it was clear that I’d been underestimating her the whole time. No more. Illayana jumped and I caught her midair, holding her tight as she wrapped her long legs around my body. She stared deep into my eyes, a serious expression taking over her face quickly. “If Gabriella touches you again, I’ll kill her.” Yep. And I had no doubt that she could do it, too.

He didn’t relent, didn’t slow his pace. Even when he pushed so far down my throat that I gagged. I just sucked harder, more determined to make him lose control entirely and take me even rougher. Use me. Fucking consume me.

“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%. But that’s not all I am. I’m also the daughter of The Bratva Butcher.”

Arturo led us past several rooms, a lounge room, a formal dining area and the kitchen, until we got to the backyard. Frowning, I followed him out onto the back deck and burst into laughter. Sitting on the grass outside where two dog houses. One had the name ‘Brutus’ stamped across the front of it with a gorgeous German Shepherd sitting inside, and the other had ‘Lukyan’ on it. When my brother saw it, he scowled. “Ha, ha. Very funny,” he snapped. Arturo smirked. “What? You don’t like it? I had the best carpenter in New York make this for you.”

“You’re mine, aren’t you, Illayana? All that fire, all that spirit, this sweet fucking pussy. All mine,”

“I want you to deliver a message to Franco for me,” he said darkly, danger and violence dripping from him. “Tell him the King and Queen of La Cosa Nostra are only just getting started.”