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  Bratva Dark Allegiance

  Raven Scott

  Contents

  The Fixer

  1. Ophelia

  2. Ophelia

  3. Sascha

  4. Ophelia

  5. Sascha

  6. Ophelia

  7. Ophelia

  8. Sascha

  9. Ophelia

  10. Ophelia

  11. Ophelia

  12. Sascha

  13. Ophelia

  14. Sascha

  15. Sascha

  16. Ophelia

  17. Sascha

  18. Ophelia

  19. Ophelia

  20. Ophelia

  21. Sascha

  22. Sascha

  23. Ophelia

  24. Ophelia

  25. Ophelia

  26. Sascha

  27. Ophelia

  28. Sascha

  29. Ophelia

  30. Ophelia

  31. Sascha

  32. Ophelia

  33. Ophelia

  34. Sascha

  The Runaway

  1. Joci

  2. Joci

  3. Joci

  4. Joci

  5. Jacob

  6. Joci

  7. Joci

  8. Jacob

  9. Joci

  10. Joci

  11. Jacob

  12. Joci

  13. Jacob

  14. Jacob

  15. Joci

  16. Joci

  17. Jacob

  18. Joci

  19. Joci

  20. Jacob

  21. Joci

  22. Jacob

  23. Joci

  24. Joci

  25. Joci

  26. Jacob

  27. Joci

  28. Jacob

  29. Joci

  30. Jacob

  31. Jacob

  32. Joci

  33. Joci

  34. Jacob

  The Handyman

  1. Reece

  2. Reece

  3. Riley

  4. Reece

  5. Riley

  6. Riley

  7. Reece

  8. Riley

  9. Reece

  10. Reece

  11. Riley

  12. Reece

  13. Riley

  14. Riley

  15. Riley

  16. Reece

  17. Riley

  18. Reece

  19. Reece

  20. Riley

  21. Riley

  22. Reece

  23. Riley

  24. Reece

  25. Riley

  26. Riley

  27. Reece

  28. Riley

  29. Riley

  30. Reece

  31. Riley

  32. Riley

  33. Reece

  The Defector

  1. Delilah

  2. Delilah

  3. Delilah

  4. Darren

  5. Delilah

  6. Darren

  7. Delilah

  8. Darren

  9. Delilah

  10. Delilah

  11. Darren

  12. Delilah

  13. Darren

  14. Darren

  15. Delilah

  16. Darren

  17. Delilah

  18. Delilah

  19. Delilah

  20. Darren

  21. Delilah

  22. Darren

  23. Delilah

  24. Delilah

  25. Darren

  26. Delilah

  The Vigilante

  1. Vanessa

  2. Vanessa

  3. Vanessa

  4. Vanessa

  5. Vanessa

  6. Vanessa

  7. Vanessa

  8. David

  9. Vanessa

  10. David

  11. Vanessa

  12. David

  13. Vanessa

  14. David

  15. David

  16. Vanessa

  17. Vanessa

  18. David

  19. Vanessa

  20. David

  21. Vanessa

  22. Vanessa

  23. David

  24. Vanessa

  25. David

  26. Vanessa

  27. David

  28. Vanessa

  29. David

  30. Vanessa

  31. David

  32. David

  33. Vanessa

  34. David

  The Traitor

  1. Yelene

  2. Yelene

  3. Igra

  4. Yelene

  5. Igra

  6. Yelene

  7. Yelene

  8. Igra

  9. Yelene

  10. Yelene

  11. Igra

  12. Yelene

  13. Igra

  14. Yelene

  15. Yelene

  16. Igra

  17. Yelene

  18. Igra

  19. Yelene

  20. Yelene

  21. Igra

  22. Yelene

  23. Yelene

  24. Igra

  25. Yelene

  26. Igra

  Free Gift For You

  The Fixer

  1

  Ophelia

  Shivering as the door flung open, gushing cold air into the room, I curled up tighter. This concrete box wasn’t a place I’d ever expected to find myself in. Exhaling shakily, I could almost see my breath— or was that just simple delirium? My thin clothes weren’t designed to protect against the cold, and I scowled lightly as I forced my eyes off my knees.

  Aleksander Makovich was leaning casually on the doorframe, arms and ankles crossed…the absolute epitome of power seeping from every pore on his skin.

  He looked exactly the same as the last time I’d seen him, but now— I was his enemy. Now, his demeanor was closed off, eyes sharp and guarded heavily.

  His stubbled jaw set hard, his gaze throwing daggers on my frigid skin as he scanned the small space. “Get up.”

  My body moved even as my mind clung to the floor. I just wanted to melt into concrete and hope Aleksander didn’t notice me. Goosebumps rose long my bare arms and under my jeans, as my toes flexed in my sneakers. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw that my dad held my mom around the shoulders, but I didn’t dare look directly at them.

  What kind of terrible parents put their children in mortal danger knowingly? Bitterness clouded my eyes and stained my tongue. How could two old people who had a good lot in life just ruin it so damned easily? This was a question I’d never have the answer to, I knew. In a few short hours, my parents were only going to be memories.

  “So… I’m just curious, which one of you actually took the shot against Vyachaslav and missed?” Aleksander asked.

  I kept my head down, not even trying to push my hair back in the hopes of keeping Aleksander’s attention off me. His eyes could kill and I ground my teeth hard at the edge in his tone.

  The loaded question hung in the air, suffocating my parents and brother.

  If someone spoke up, ratted out… it wouldn’t matter and everyone knew it. Most likely, Aleksander knew the answer to his question already. He just wanted to see what would happen if he dangled hope in front of our eyes.

  “If you get the answer right, you get a prize,” Aleksander spoke again.

  “I did it.”

  My eyelids fluttered closed at my dad’s declaration bouncing against my skull. Leaning against the wall, my skin burned from the cold, and I puffed out a thick sigh. The silence that followed was torture in itself, and my gut tightened into knots. An icy sweat slickened my skin, but there was no reason to be anx
ious.

  Here, in this room, I had only two outcomes. I walk out or I don’t. All because my daddy decided it’d be a good idea to connive and try to move up the oiled pole.

  “Is that your way of protecting your son from his own idiocy?” Aleksander queried in a dry tone. “As far as I’m concerned, the only person here that’s not heading for the chopping block today is Ophelia.”

  The sound of my own name fired off signals in my brain, and I cracked my eyes open. Blearily glancing up, I bit my inner cheek.

  Aleksander scoffed loudly, “Please, don’t insult me more than you already have,” he went on. “Don’t you think the Avernisk’s tried to give me information to save their own lives? It didn’t work, of course, but it made things go by quicker. I know Yysev pulled the trigger. It’d be even more impressive if he hit his actual target, not the body double.”

  “Don’t take out our mist—“

  Aleksander held up a hand to silence my dad, his lips twisting into a nasty sneer.

  I felt so tired; there was absolutely no reason to say anything right now. Aleksander Makovich probably plotted out his course of action on the train to Moscow, long before we’d ever met in person. Despite however long it’d been, I still couldn’t wrap my head around what my parents had tried to do.

  I mean, who tries to kill any Makovich, let alone the Patriarch, and fails?

  “You’re going to kill us, so just do it. But I’d appreciate it if I could call my boyfriend and tell him I love him,” I finally spoke as my voice scratched my throat.

  Those hard, brown eyes turned to me to flash in curiosity.

  Straightening to smooth my shirt, I nodded more to myself than to him. The incredible sadness I felt only struck my eyes, the ache unbearable as I blinked hard. “If you’re not going to kill us in this room, I would like to call my boyfriend.”

  “You’re thinking of that plokhaya krov’ at a time like this! Ophelia!”

  My mother’s strangled hiss fell on deaf ears, as I held Aleksander’s gaze firmly.

  Slowly, the spark of interest brightened in those dark eyes.

  I knew—I knew I had no right to ask him anything, but this was better than pleading fruitlessly for my life. If the most powerful man in Russia wanted me dead, I was in no position to argue.

  “Envre, your cell phone.”

  She handed it to him. He then held my phone out to me.

  Tears welled in my eyes at this and my throat tightened to block my lungs. My trembling intensified even as the cold vanished from my scope of comprehension. Shuffling across the room, I carefully reached for the smartphone offered to me.

  Aleksander snatched it back slightly, almost playfully. He smirked grimly to thicken the goosebumps blanketing my skin. “Three minutes, Ophelia.”

  “Three minutes.” For the first time, I let my mind wander to Sascha. His handsome, strong jaw, his thick beard that ruffled my hair when he drew me close. His bright, brown eyes twinkling whenever they caught mine. Taking the phone, I tapped in his number and closed my eyes to picture him.

  Sascha… the love of my life; the man I wanted to hear my final words. If I truly was about to pay for the mistakes of my family, I needed him to know my heart was his. The ring on the line tightened my chest, as I struggled to breathe under the weight of what might very well be my final conversation with him.

  And we couldn’t even have this talk face to face. How deplorable. My family despised Sascha; he wasn’t Russian born, but he’d lived in Russia almost all his life. He spoke our language, ate our food, taught at our universities…

  “Dr. Matheson,” Sascha answered.

  Leaning heavily against the wall, I stuffed my free hand into my mouth at the sound of Sascha’s voice. So deep, soft, but filled with confidence and authority.

  “Hello?” he spoke again.

  “Sascha—” I croaked hoarsely and sniffled hard as I wrapped my fingers around my throat. The action did nothing to relieve the burning, the pressure, and I licked my lips heavily. My face grew so hot, I exhaled stale air as dread roiled my stomach. “Sascha… I h-have to go, now.”

  “Ophelia? What’s wrong? I’m worried about you…you haven’t taken any of my calls or anything for two days.”

  The relief in his tone sent sharp, icy prickles down my sternum and I smiled sadly. Why did I ask to talk to him? I had no idea what to say now when he was on the phone. “I just want—I want you to know— Sascha, I love you so much—” My voice cracked harshly, and I sniffled viciously. “I love you.”

  “What did your parents do this time, Oppie?” he asked.

  A horrendous sob burst from my throat, and I practically threw the phone at Aleksander. Crumpling to pull my knees to my face, I covered my head and buried my hands in my hair. Blood drummed in my ears so loud that I couldn’t hear my own cries or ragged breaths. The sting in my throat intensified as my heart beat out of control. Why— why— why didn’t I accept Sascha’s offer to run away? We could’ve eloped and gone to America… we could’ve gotten away from my ugly family and been happy!

  Tremors assaulted my spine as snot and tears stained my face and jeans. The heat in my face threatened to melt my cheeks as it seeped down my neck. After four years of trying to separate us, my parents finally succeeded. Now, though, there was no use for anger.

  But this didn’t stop it from forming a dense, writhing ball in my chest, knocking my heart out of rhythm and squeezing my lungs until they were useless. Everyone around me was more concerned with their plans than my happiness. My mom and dad were more focused on where Sascha was born than what he grew up to be.

  “Ophelia…” Aleksander’s called to me. He, at least, had the decency to look sad for me. “Let’s go.”

  I swiped at my throbbing, reddened eyes with the back of my arm. Sniffling harshly, I struggled to stand, alone, even as Aleksander’s henchman flooded the room. Shouts and struggles were drowned under the ache in my head. Getting dragged out of the room, my parents and elder brother yelled and begged while I stayed silent. Like so many times before, the differences between us were obvious. I seemed to be the only one who could face reality.

  When they decided this attempt on Vyachaslav Makovich’s life was a good idea, they’d sealed their fates. The only real issue for me was… I wasn’t involved at all. I didn’t know anything was going on behind the scenes. I’d been too caught up in Sascha and our life together to notice something was amiss. Maybe, because I didn’t want to shatter my beautiful moment— the unfiltered happiness that had filled me to bursting.

  Only, now that happiness was gone, there was nothing but a void left. Unfillable, bottomless— empty.

  2

  Ophelia

  “My father wants to kill everyone in your family.” Aleksander watched me with his hawk like gaze. “Are you upset because of what they did?”

  I could only summon a slight nod. He’d been raised as the eldest Makovich to be power itself. In no feasible way did he care about the opinion of a small fish like myself when he was a shark whose teeth always grew back. “They’re stupid.” Licking my dry lips, I lifted my head.

  Aleksander arched a brow quizzically.

  My mouth dried at his calm demeanor— all the while I was falling apart. “What?”

  “You’re not going to try to reason with me for your life?”

  A soft scoff escaped my nose, but if he took offence, it didn’t show on his face. The darkness that slowed my mind became deeper, and I reached a trembling hand to my temple.

  “Well, I suppose that does count for something.”

  “I’m sure that unyielding attitude intimidates some people, but you didn’t kill all the Avernisk’s. You’re not gonna kill us all, either.” I sniffled as I spoke, “Whoever you keep alive… don’t expect much.”