Bratva Prince (Bratva, #2)

by T.J. Maguire

At 6’7, I was taller than most people. Not to mention that I worked out 24/7, so I was pushing a tight 240.

I fired a warning shot, nicking the top of her ear. She ducked, wincing in pain. I expected her to scream. To cry. To drop this carefree, crazy act she had going on. What I did not expect her to do was fucking smile.

Maintaining eye contact with me, she put her finger in her mouth and sucked it clean, hollowing her cheeks. Fucking hell. My cock throbbed painfully in my pants at the erotic show she put on.

How the fuck did you manage to get yourself in this position again, Drea? At least when Nero kidnapped me, I knew who that fucker was. He may have caught me off guard (which, let’s be honest, was the only way that shit stain would be able to lay a hand on me), but it was my fault. I underestimated the size of his cojones. A mistake I never planned to make again.

Whoever was driving responded by turning the music up so loud it drowned out my voice.

“You can either come willingly, like a good little girl, or I can throw you over my shoulder and drag you, kicking and screaming. The choice is yours.”

“And I told you before, I’m nobody. Nothing. Just a high-class hooker in the wrong place at the wrong time.” “I thought you preferred the term ‘escort’?”

I loved Greek Mythology. Anything to do with the Gods—Zeus, Poseidon, Apollo— I was all for. That shit fascinated me.

“Is that what you want, malyshka? You want me to throw you over my shoulder?” Yes.

“You kidnapped me. Why the fuck would I want that?” He gave a small shrug. “Some women are into that kind of thing.”

It also revealed she was high up in the ranks of the cartel, since he obeyed her command, not saying another word.

“If you’re gonna kill me, kill me. I’m not afraid to die. So if you’re gonna do it, hurry up. Otherwise, get the fuck out of my face.”

There wasn’t an ounce of fear on her face. Just total calmness, complete ease, like this was just another day at the office.

I’d never met a woman like her. She was fearless. Even in the face of death.

And yet, none of the Bratva women I’d met had ever shown such a complete and total lack of fear.

Except maybe my sister. But she was batshit crazy.

But she wanted to fuck me too. And that was okay. Hate sex was fucking amazing.

He pounded his chest like a gorilla. “Hulk angry,” he grunted, imitating me.

“Lukyan, you’re on inventory.” My younger brother groaned. He hated inventory. Loathed it. But it was a necessary evil.

I blew softly against her clit first, and she whimpered, then I dragged my tongue from her clit to her entrance, Fuck, I loved eating pussy. The feel of my tongue between those slick folds. The softness of that delicate pink flesh. Good lord.

In what world did you think it was a good idea to help kidnap the daughter of the boss of the Russian mafia? What the hell were you thinking?

Nero didn’t give us a choice. He told us if we didn’t help, he’d kill you. Juan said to do whatever he wanted.

We were mainly there for intimidation. It was only his men in on that lottery shit. “¿Lo saben? Do the know that?” I asked. “Javier intentó decírselo. No lo escucharon.” Javier tried to tell them. They wouldn’t listen.

Alright, listen, when they come back you all keep your mouths shut, you hear me? I’ll do all the talking. Until then, as hard as it might be, try and get some rest.

“Why don’t we just tell them who you are—” “Cállate, Roberto.” Be quiet, Roberto. “I’m just—” “No voy a decírtelo de nuevo. Tienes órdenes.” I’m not going to tell you again. You’ve been given your orders.

The door behind her burst open in a rush, Arturo standing there with a gun pointed right at my head, a laser-type focus in his mismatched eyes as he locked onto Illayana. He was shirtless, his whole upper body covered in tattoos, and a pair of grey sweats hung low on his hips.

“Goddamn it,” she hissed under her breath. She turned to face him. “Everything’s fine. Go back to sleep.”

his face made it pretty clear he wouldn’t be going back to sleep any time soon. “I heard you yell,” he said, his voice laced in that thick ...

“When I found her, she was chained. She claimed she was an escort and Nero had bought her for the night, but I don’t think she was there by choice. Nero was holding her captive.”

“You think she’s someone important to the cartel? That Nero was holding her hostage as leverage or something?”

Do you remember what Miguel said when Father interrogated him after the first time they tried to kidnap Illayana? That they did it to keep Father in line? To keep hi...

Cosa Nostra? What if Nero did the same shit to the cartel? Kidnapped someone important to the boss so he’d do whatever the fuck Nero wanted to keep them safe?” Nik nodded. “It definitely fits with Nero’s...

The identity of the boss of the Los Zetas was some kind of well-kept secret within their organisation.

“Retract the claws, malyshka. Little girl. Are you ready to tell me who you are yet?” “Get fucked by a knife and die.”

“Such a filthy little mouth,” I whispered, my gaze flicking down to her lips and back up again.

“Touch me again and I’ll use this filthy mouth to bite your fucking face off.”

“Don’t tempt me with a good time, malyshka.” “Stop calling me that,”

“Drea Ortega,” I finished.

“Aggravated assault, grand theft auto, destruction of property, assault with a deadly weapon resulting in grievous bodily harm—”

“I wasn’t officially charged with that one,”

“Disorderly conduct, disturbing the peace, theft, in...

“That charge was bullshit. I took a skinny dip in the ocean at three in the morning. How was that indecen...

“Vandalism, resisting arrest, drug...

“Was only a little weed. Does...

“They were experimenting on them! Some big pharmaceutical company. What was I supposed to do? Leave them in there to suffer?”

“No. I didn’t kidnap them, I saved them.”

“I can do whatever I want. You’re mine now, malyshka. And as long as you misbehave, you’ll stay down here, strapped to that chair, with nothing and no one. You’ll eat when I say you can eat. Go to the bathroom only when I give permission. Your life is mine to control, to do with as I see fit. If you want that to change, I suggest you start to cooperate.”

“It’s language like that that keeps getting you into trouble. You have to be a good girl to get out of here, Drea. Behave.”

“Get. Fucked,” she spat. “You offering?” “Not if you were the last man on Earth, estúpido, cabron arrogante,” you stupid, arrogant asshole.

“Estas segura de eso?” You sure about that? I resp...