Page 2 of Bratva Bride

Tatiana has been my best friend for as long as I can remember. Being raised in the Bratva, it was hard sometimes to make friends, unless they were in the life which, lucky for me, Tatiana was. Her father has worked for my father for over twenty years, since before we even moved to America. As one of my father’s advisors, he was always around and he would bring his daughter along too. 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.

The man was still fast asleep on my bed, his upper body completely bare and the blanket just barely covering his lower half. I placed my phone on the bedside table, brought my foot up and kicked him in the leg, trying to rouse him.

"Oi," I hissed, kicking him again.

He groaned, rolling his body to the side to face me and opened his eyes.

Ahhh, that was why.

His eyes, one blue, one brown, and a complete fucking turn on.

He blinked a few times before those sex-bomb eyes focused on me.

"If you value your life you'll get up and jump out that window," I said, pointing to the large clear window to my left.

My room was on the third floor, so it wouldn't be a pleasant fall. But compared to what lied in store for him should my father find out he was here; I think I'd prefer the jump out the window to be honest.

"What?" his voice came out raspy and thick from sleep.

A loud bang followed by a string of Russian curses had Sex Eyes jumping out of the bed completely buck naked. My bedroom door had been kicked open, and the force of it caused the door to smack into the wall.

Next thing you know, in strolls big brother Aleksandr in all his 6'7 glory.

He was a bigggg dude. Built like a pro wrestler and tall enough to have to duck his head whenever he walked through the damn door. He is my father's pride and joy. The next Volkov to take the throne and continue our legacy. He has the entire world at his fingertips. Doesn't help that he's good-looking either, and he damn well knows it. His black hair is cut short and styled neatly. His chiselled jaw is always a winner with the ladies, as well as his piercing bright blue eyes.

Aleksandr walked in like he owned the damn place and stopped right in front of me. His gaze flicked to Sex Eyes - to me - and then back to Sex Eyes, his signature scowl plastered on his face. You could feel the intensity of his presence fill the room, almost to the point where you felt suffocated by his sheer masculinity.

Sex Eyes started to squirm under the scrutiny of his gaze, shifting from one foot to the other. He lowered his head in submission, his dick hanging placid between his legs and his arms limp at his sides.

Aleksandr turned fully and pinned me with his gaze. "Really Illayana?" he growls.

Even though I'm 6'2, I still have to raise my head to look him in the eye. "What?" I said innocently.

Think of something to distract him.

"Did you forget today's my birthday?"

Aleksandr narrowed his eyes and then scowled at me, turning his focus back to Sex Eyes.

Oh ho, ho, he did forget and I'm going to use that to my advantage.

"Oh my god you did forget!" I chastised, poking my finger into his chest. "My own brother forgot my birthday! I'm hurt!" I yell dramatically, bringing the back of my hand to my forehead and swaying like I'm lightheaded.

Aleksandr looks back to me, his face clearly radiating his anger at this entire situation. "What do you want, Illayana?"

Ah, big, bad, big brother knows me well. Obviously, I don't give a shit if he forgot my birthday, but I know I can play the card to get what I want, and he knows I do it too. Let's just say, it isn't the first time.

"Why don't we forgo presents this year and instead, you help me out with a teeny, tiny, problem I've got," I said not at all subtly, pointing my thumb over to Sex Eyes.

Aleksandr closed his eyes and inhaled deeply before looking back at me. He turned and started making his way over to the naked man in my bedroom.

Sex Eyes’ head snapped up and he started backing away, his hands flying up in surrender. "What the fuck is going on?" he yelled, as he continued to back away. His legs hit the end of the bed and Aleksandr placed a hand on his shoulder, forcing him to sit.

Without hesitating, Aleksandr pulled his gun from inside his suit jacket and clocked Sex Eyes right between the eyes.

A solidumphcame out of Sex Eyes right before he fell back on the bed unconscious.

"I'll take him to the pit and we'll deal with him later," Aleksandr began as he picked up the limp body and flung him over his shoulder. "You need to hurry up and get ready, or did you forget that Father called a meeting this morning?"

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