Page 14 of Taken By The Filthy Bratva

His gaze was distant, his mind back in time. The scene flickered in his mind's eye like an old film reel. A dirty, grimy, crowded orphanage; ragged clothes and innocent laughter. A younger Anton, vulnerable and unsure, his hand being held by a boy with a mischievous glint in his eye—Alexei. The two boys against the world, sharing dreams of a better life.

The narrative then cut to their teenage years; their entry into the Bratva. They stood together, their allegiance to each other stronger than the oath they had taken. But then came the twist, the betrayal that left Anton's trust shattered.

"I trusted him with everything, even my life," Anton's voice broke slightly as he continued. "But the allure of money...it changes people."

The memory of Alexei's betrayal played vividly in Anton's mind: a setup, a trap, Alexei's triumphant smirk as Anton barely escaped death. The friendship, the shared dreams—all of it replaced by a bitter sense of betrayal. But Anton had made it out, returning to publicly humiliate Alexei, a warning and a display of power.

His voice hardened as he recalled his decision to spare Alexei's life, "I couldn't bring myself to kill him. He was my brother...but I left him with a scar he couldn't hide."

Bella watched as Anton's face softened in reflection, the man in front of her so different from the one she had first met. Anton's confession provided an insight into his deeply personal past and the wounds he still carried, making Bella see the man behind the Bratva leader with new understanding.

His narration ended with a heavy silence. He looked at Bella, his eyes reflecting the raw honesty he'd shared. Bella reached for his hand, the touch reassuring and comforting. "We'll deal with Alexei, Anton. You are not alone anymore," she whispered, her voice resolute.

The past was out in the open, the unspoken secrets shared, and the night concluded on a note of shared understanding and mutual support.

Next morning, quiet hush of Anton's office was disrupted as Dante barged in, his usually calm face wearing a mask of uncharacteristic concern. "We need to talk, Anton," Dante stated, his gaze hardening. Anton merely raised an eyebrow, his cool demeanour unchanging as he leaned back in his chair, his eyes never leaving Dante.

Bella watched, a silent observer to the brewing storm, as Dante voiced his fears, "Bella’s life is in danger, Anton. I can't sit back and watch this unfold." His words echoed in the room, and Bella saw Anton's jaw clench - a subtle reaction to Dante's words.

Anton's response was calm, yet it carried an unyielding determination, "Bella will be safe as long as I live, Dante. This is my promise." His words were like a fortified wall, a pledge that refused to be questioned, amplifying the tension between them.

In the midst of escalating threats, Bella knew she had to act. She was no damsel, and she refused to remain a bystander in the unfolding drama that affected her life as much as Anton's. And so, she decided to take the bold step of reaching out to Alexei, Anton's enemy, to seek a truce.

She knew Anton would never approve of her decision, so she secretly sent a messenger with her proposal, hoping her words would make a difference. But as fate would have it, Anton intercepted the message, his eyes narrowing as he read her plea for a meeting with Alexei.

His immediate reaction was a storm of anger and disbelief, his voice echoing through their private quarters, "You went behind my back?" His question hung in the air like a pending doom, his disappointment evident in his tone.

In a heated argument, Anton's anger clashing with Bella's determination. Bella stood her ground, her gaze meeting his, "I am not a pawn in this, Anton. I have the right to protect my life, too."

As the fight between Anton and Bella nears its conclusion, Anton realizes that he can no longer contain his desire for her. He approaches her with an intense gaze, his breath hot against her skin. Without a word, he captures her lips in a passionate kiss, his tongue exploring every inch of her mouth. Bella responds eagerly, her hands running through his hair as she presses herself against him.

Anton breaks the kiss, his hands moving to cup her breasts through her clothing. He kneads them gently, feeling her nipples harden under his touch. Bella moans in pleasure, arching her back to press her chest closer to him. Anton takes this as a sign to continue, and he leans down to take one of her nipples into his mouth. He sucks and bites at it, eliciting more moans and gasps from Bella.

Moving lower, Anton drops to his knees in front of Bella. He pulls down her pants, revealing her glistening sex. Without hesitation, he dives in, his tongue flicking over her clit. Bella's legs tremble as she clings to him for support, her eyes rolling back in ecstasy. Anton continues his ministrations, alternating between gentle licks and firmer sucks until Bella reaches a mind-blowing orgasm.

But Anton isn't done yet. He stands up, pulling Bella towards him as he unbuttons his own pants. She looks up at him with lust-filled eyes as he enters her, slow and steady at first, then building up to a frenzied pace. Their bodies collide in a passionate frenzy, the sounds of their moans and gasps filling the room.

Anton takes Bella from behind, his hands gripping her hips as he thrusts into her with increasing intensity. Bella is lost in the sensation, her body trembling with pleasure as she gives in to the overwhelming desire that Anton has awakened in her. They move together in a perfect rhythm, each thrust bringing them closer and closer to the edge.

Finally, they both reach the pinnacle of pleasure, their bodies shaking with the force of their orgasms. Anton collapses onto the bed beside Bella, both of them gasping for breath as they come down from the heights of passion. They lay there together, spent but satisfied, as the world around them fades away. In that moment, nothing else exists but the two of them, lost in the afterglow of their intimate encounter.

The Night had fallen, casting long shadows throughout the house. Bella, who had been unable to sleep, found herself wandering the silent halls. She passed Dmitry's door just as his hushed voice echoed through the quiet, his tone imbued with an urgency that halted her steps.

"Dobroy nochi," Dmitry murmured into his phone, a formality that seemed out of place given the late hour. Bella's heartbeat quickened, curiosity pulling her towards the door, her hand brushing against the cold wooden surface.

Dmitry's voice was low, almost a whisper, but Bella managed to catch snippets of the conversation. Words like 'deal,' 'time,' and 'don't mess up' pierced the silent hallway. Her breath hitched, and she retreated, her mind spinning with speculations.

Bella found herself in the grip of a daunting suspicion. Dmitry, who had always been a constant in Anton's world, now seemed to be a potential threat. But without concrete proof, she knew her suspicions would only cause more unrest.

Resolving to uncover the truth, Bella decided to keep a vigilant eye on Dmitry. It was a dangerous game, one that could tip the balance in the volatile world of Bratva, but she was ready to take the risk. The spark of determination in her eyes reflected her courage and proactive involvement in Bratva affairs.

Returning to her room, Bella sat on the edge of the bed as Anton was sleeping beside her, her thoughts consumed by Dmitry’s suspicious behaviour. Her gut feeling warned her of a potential storm brewing in the Bratva house, a storm that she was determined to weather.

Chapter 8

The day began on a tense note. The room was quiet except for the steady tick-tock of the antique clock that sat on the mantle. Bella sat at the edge of the plush armchair, a cordless phone clutched tightly in her trembling hands.

"Alexei," Bella's voice echoed through the phone, unwavering despite the quaking anxiety she felt in the pit of her stomach. "We need to talk."

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