Page 67 of Bratva's Captive

I shake my head, “How could you betray the Bratva – everything we stand for, by working with the Outfit? You fucking idiot!"

I am already making my plans for what needs to be done next. Alfonso and Adalina's father have made a grave mistake by crossing me, and they will pay the price, just as Maxim will.

Maxim looks up at me, his eyes flashing with anger. "You're always so righteous, Nikolai. But we're not saints. We're in this business to make money. And this was an opportunity I couldn't pass up," he retorts, his tone defiant.

I lean in close to Maxim’s face. “I can't believe you would be willing to risk everything for a quick profit. You’re lucky I don’t kill you right now.”

Maxim trembles in fear.

I clench my fists.

“How long have you been working with Alfonso?” I ask.

“Just a few months. He contacted me in Europe. He promised to pay me well, and I needed the money, especially after the Feds arrested my cousins and put them out of business. I'm sorry, Nikolai. I never intended to betray the Bratva. I was desperate for the money.”

I grab Maxim by the collar and pull him close.

“Listen to me carefully, Maxim. If I find out that you’re lying, or if you’ve held anything back, I will kill you.”

Maxim looks terrified, his eyes full of fear, but he nods his head in agreement.

“I’ll do whatever you want, Nikolai.”

I pull my knife from my ankle strap and lunge at Maxim. I grab his hair and pull his head back. I slit his throat. It is so satisfying, watching him gag and struggle. When the lights go out in his eyes it is almost better than sex. Fuck!

I lied to Maxim. I was going to kill him no matter what.

I immediately call a meeting with my top lieutenants to discuss Maxim's betrayal. "I want every member of the Chicago Bratva to identify those who were loyal to or collaborated with Maxim. Bring them to me immediately."

The following day is a whirlwind of activity as my lieutenants tirelessly search for any leads on those involved in assisting Maxim.

The soldiers are identified, and I order their deaths. Betrayal of me is a death sentence.

I call Lev Volkova, head of the New York Bratva, and tell him everything that happened with Maxim and the Outfit. Lev agrees with the actions I had to take including killing Maxim. He offers to smooth things over with the remaining Antonovich family in Europe. Of course, Lev wants the human trafficking business started up again. He plans on sending some of his men to operate it in Chicago. I find his sex slaves plan distasteful, but I can’t protest.

As the day progresses and the tension subsides, my thoughts keep drifting back to Adalina. I attempt to push her out of my mind, but it's an impossible task, like trying to hold back the tide.

I tell myself that tomorrow everything will settle down and I will clear my mind of all distractions. As Vor of the Chicago Bratva, I have a job to do.

I go to bed early and quickly fall into a deep sleep.

I dream about Adalina…

Adalina looks up at me, her eyes filled with hurt and confusion. "Why do you hate me so much?" she asks, her voice quivering with emotion. I pause, taken aback by her words. "I don't hate you," I reply, my tone firm but controlled. "I have no feelings for you whatsoever. Adalina, you need to understand that I'm a killer, a monster. I have nothing to offer you."

"You have everything I want," she says, reaching out to touch my face. "You have my heart."

I shake my head. "You don't understand, Adalina. I can't give you what you want. I'm not capable of it."

Suddenly we are completely naked in my bed.

My cock is rock hard. I lower myself down her exquisite body and take her pussy in my mouth. She moans into my ear. Her body trembles as I suck her clit. I lick her pussy, tasting the sweet juices that flow from her pussy on to her inner thighs. I groan as I devour her.

She screams as I lick her pussy. She throws her head back as I suck her clit. She grabs my hair and pulls me closer. I thrust my tongue deep inside of her tight opening. She cries out as I fuck her with my tongue.

She screams my name as she comes. I can feel her pussy squeezing my tongue. I push two fingers inside of her pussy. She shakes and shivers as she comes again, clenching my fingers. I lick her clit and suck it into my mouth. She moans and groans and comes again.

I climb on top of her and pound my weeping cock into her in one thrust. She screams and arches her back as she comes again. I can feel her pussy milking my cock. She is so tight. So wet. So hot. She is so fucking sexy. I thrust my cock deep inside of her again and again and the movement of her hips match my rhythm. I fuck her as hard and desperately as I can. I feel her pussy tighten and spasm around my cock. She cries out. I moan into her ear as I come inside of her. I hold her in my arms as I fill her pussy with my seed.

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