Page 1 of The Bratva's Nanny

Chapter One

Dmitry Balakin finished off his shot of dark whiskey as he looked over the gardens of his country home. He’d never considered himself a man who enjoyed looking at nature, but there was a big difference this time.

All the years before, on his expanse of lawn, there was not a woman kneeling on the grass, currently tickling his little girl. Alix Smith—the woman he should have killed three months ago.

Alix’s husband, George, had been building up a debt in one of the Balakin Bratva’s known casinos. That hadn’t been a problem for Dmitry. No, the problem was the lies George had been spilling. He’d gotten loud and obnoxious at the tables, claiming he didn’t need to pay off his debt. How he was loved by the Balakin Bratva, and one of his personal favorites, he was the BFF of Dmitry himself.

Dmitry didn’t have friends. There was no one he trusted. Not his men, not his family, no one.

His own wife had tried to kill him two years ago, which was why little Sofia had been craving female company. His little girl was only five. He’d taken her mother when she was only three, so she didn’t have many memories of her.

When he heard what George was saying, Dmitry had decided to go and visit hisbestiefor himself. He’d done so and by the end of the day, he owned Alix.

George had been a pathetic coward. Before Dmitry had even touched him, George had begged for forgiveness and then offered up his wife as payment. Dmitry never, ever took a man’s wife, but when it came to Alix, he hesitated.

He’d met Alix once before over a year ago. George worked for one of his brigadiers. He provided an outlet for them to turn money over. There had been a rat somewhere in the Bratva, giving intel to their enemies, the cartel. Dmitry had organized a party, one that involved many of their associates, George being one of them. Of course the invitation came with a plus one so there was no superstition as to why they had organized the party.

They found the rat, an associate who worked at one of the casinos. He wanted a promotion, was hoping to raise to the rank of Brigadier, but there was no chance of that. For revenge, he organized the selling of Bratva secrets in the hope of becoming someone important in the cartel. The man and his family were now dead. There were no second chances for Dmitry.

Until Alix.

He’d have happily taken out George, seeing as the bastard was getting above his ranks, thinking he could run up a debt that was not easily repaid.

Alix was nothing like her husband. She was kind, sweet, and charming. When he first met her, he’d cut himself on a piece of glass. Alix had been standing by, seen him cut himself, and had treated his wounds. Her touch had been delicate, her voice soft, her smile and the dimples in her cheeks had captivated him.

Long, blonde hair, beautiful blue eyes, and an almost whimsical air to her. What also helped were her curves. Big, full tits, large, curvy ass, and hips that made him want to grab. She had a body made for fucking, and he wanted her.

George and Alix had been married a year. He wasn’t quite sure of all the details but from what he gathered, it wasn’t a love match. George had told him straight that the only reason they were married was because it was their parents’ dying wish. Their parents had been close friends while Alix and George had been on-and-off friends. Alix hadn’t adored his parents, which was why she agreed to getting married.

He could imagine Alix feeling sorry for George and agreeing to marry him. When he went to claim her, Alix had been shocked to see him again, but not surprised. Dmitry figured the shock had come from who he was as he didn’t divulge that at the party.

Alix had been refreshing. She hadn’t been afraid of him or attempted to flirt with him. She’d smiled and talked to him as if he was just a regular person, which he found refreshing.

Once the opportunity to have her all to himself rose, he’d not looked back. The divorce was already final between Alix and George. Dmitry had organized it and she didn’t put up any fight, looking almost relieved to be rid of him.

She also didn’t seem to mind taking care of Sofia. His daughter was a good girl. Sweet and lovely but often spoiled. She could throw a temper tantrum that could last for hours. She’d not thrown one since Alix had arrived, though.

He couldn’t look away as Sofia cuddled up to Alix’s legs and as he finished the last of his whiskey, he watched his little girl fall to sleep as Alix talked. Before she had become his possession, Alix had worked at a nursery school. She was great with kids, it was why she was such a good fit for his daughter.

Leaving his whiskey glass on the cement wall, he made his way down the steps and onto the lawn, heading in their direction.

Men watched them. His men. He always had multiple guards around his property. Only the very best, and those that had sworn their loyalty the longest. He didn’t trust anyone, but there were times he had to believe men would do anything to save his daughter, and even himself if the occasion called for it.

“And then they lived happily together with all of those children,” Alix said.

In response there was a snore. Yes, he’d known of his little girl’s snoring when she’d had a few nightmares and asked to sleep in his bed. Dmitry couldn’t turn his child away but he wished he had. Whenever she slept in his bed, there was no sleeping. For a little girl, she snored, loudly. Ever since Alix had come, his daughter no longer visited him, but he did know she went to Alix.

He often went to tuck his daughter into bed. The first night she hadn’t been there, he’d been filled with panic, expecting the worst. He had a lot of enemies who would gladly kill his little girl. The panic didn’t last long when he realized she’d gone to Alix’s room to sleep.

Dmitry had stayed for several minutes watching his little girl and Alix sleep. They looked so peaceful together, it had been impossible to leave.

“She’s sound asleep,” he said.

Alix smiled up at him. “I’m not surprised. She decided today would be a good day to run all around the house. Upstairs, downstairs, inside each bedroom, checking to make sure the bathrooms hadn’t been invaded by mysterious aliens. Then we had to come outside because there’s a giant shark waiting to eat us all up.”

“Her imagination is certainly a mystery.”

“It’s a lot of fun.” Alix lifted a hand toward her mouth to cover the yawn.

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