Page 4 of The Bratva's Secret Twins

“Love it!” He clapped again. “What were you doing, hiding such a gem, Smith?”

Oh…a gem? Me?

Before I could finish my thought, he turned back to me. “You’re amazing, love. I have a runway show in two days, and I need you on it! Will you walk it for me?”

My head went blank.

Did this man just ask me to walk for Solenoir? As a model?

What the hell is happening right now?

Asher drifted closer and touched my shoulder, his eyes shining. “Look, I know this is sudden, and you probably need time to process it, but I wouldn’t ask this of you if it wasn’t important.” He sighed. “You have the body of a model, and although your walk still needs some work, you’re perfect for the job. Besides, it pays so much more than what you’re currently doing.”

I stared at him in bewilderment, my mind still struggling to catch up.

“One of my models bailed on me at the last minute, and I’ve been thinking about how to find a replacement for her on such short notice.”

Oh, that explains the frustration earlier.

“But here you are: the perfect replacement.” He gave me a once-over and added, “You’re very similar to her: tall, beautiful, amazing figure, and catchy features. You’ll do just fine. What do you say?”

How is this happening to me?

Chapter 2 – Daniil

“It’s not what you think. I swear, I can explain!”

Those pleas were nothing but pathetic words from a fool who thought he’d double-cross me and get away with it.

Jeffery…the fucking idiot used to work for me.

Until he decided to steal.

My eyes pierced through him while I sat there, legs crossed behind my imposing mahogany desk, the surface of which was polished to a mirror finish. The walls of the dimly lit office were lined with dark wood paneling, and a crystal chandelier cast a soft, ambient glow over the room.

The scent of my expensive cigar mingled with the subtle aroma of fine leather from the high-backed swivel chair that I occupied, exuding an air of power and sophistication.

My chair swiveled side to side slightly as I leaned back, inhaling from my cigar and letting a cloud of smoke leave my lips in Jeffery’s direction. I watched his mouth move, spilling more useless words, begging for mercy like the fucking coward that he was.

My men had dragged him in a few moments ago, and from his swollen face and bleeding lip, I could tell he hadn’t come easy.

“We caught him holed up in a ratty apartment. Had a fake I.D. and everything. I think he was trying to leave the country.” My right hand, Andrei Sokolov, dropped Jeffery’s documents on my table.

“Hmm. Good work, Andrei.”

The Wolkov Bratva was one of the most powerful syndicates in the country—and the most powerful in this city—under my rule. Like my brothers, who also ran things in different cities, I had one man who I trusted to handle things for me.

Andrei was that man. He was a tactical motherfucker—cold and ruthless, cruel and fearless. Which made sense since he worked for me. I was known as the worst in the Bratva in terms of cruelty, but no one said anything because my way worked.

That’s why Jeffery pissed me off so much. He knew what it meant to cross me…but he’d done it anyway.

“Where’s my money, Jeffery?” I asked, my voice level.

Jeffery trembled as he struggled to find the words. “I…I don’t have it, Boss. I…it’s not my fault. I didn’t plan to take it for good…. I just needed a little extra cash to invest. I was going to put it back once I made the money…but I lost it all. It was bad business.”

He began to ramble, but I didn’t care for his excuses.

I puffed a plume of smoke into the air, my fingers drumming against the table. “So what you’re saying is…you don’t have my money.”

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