Chapter 2 Gavril

• Gavril
• "Sveta has been brought and locked in your mansion."Anatoly appeared, looking as if he had gone to war with a tiger and lost.
• I chuckled as I saw the red marks on his face. “Are you all right?”
• He shrugged his massive shoulders in indifference. I knew personally that he had suffered worse injuries before, from both men and women alike.
• “She’s a fighter. That’s good. Maybe she will give you strong sons and daughters.”
• I hadn’t expected her to react like that. I had expected tears, maybe even some begging. But she had reacted to my plan like a hellion, fighting my men.
• Maybe she had more of Stanislav in her than I realized. I expected a woman who would be afraid of me, one that would be crying for her father, a father she never knew, to come save her.
• A woman with fire was dangerous, but also a hell of a good time.
• In that moment, I almost wished that she wasn’t to be my wife. I didn’t want excitement in my marriage. I didn’t even want to think about her other than to finish my plan and have her give me a child.
• That was I planned for her.
• Now that I had her in my home, I wanted to marry her immediately to ensure that my plan was going to stick.
• Well, and to bury myself deep between her legs and make her scream until her throat bled.
• Still, it didn’t matter what sort of person Stanislav’s daughter was. I wasn’t going to change the course of my plans. For months I had thought about this from every angle, trying to find some hole in it.
• Even my brigadiers thought I was crazy for going this far. But it was a necessary step. Fortune favored the bold, and this would be the boldest thing any Bratva Pakhan did. With Stanislav and his son Dimitri’s deaths at the hands of the Marchetti twins, the pieces couldn’t have fallen in place better than they had. His Bratva—the Krasnaya Bratva—had no leader, and no one was going to point them in the direction of power.
• No one until me.
• I would marry Sveta and assume my rightful place on top of both the Krasnaya and Belaya Bratvas, so that I could assume the power I craved
• The power that I deserved.
• "Well done, I'll go and see this little wild cat, she needs to get ready for the wedding," I looked at Anatoly with a slight smile on my face. He had been the one to grab Sveta from LA, following her into an apartment that she’d been stashed in and bringing her to my home in the city.
• I didn’t need her love. I didn’t want her devotion.
• The only thing I wanted was to pry her legs apart and plant my child in her womb. Once our bloodlines were mixed, then no one would be able to undo it.
• No one would be able to disavow my claim on the Krasnaya Bratva.
• It was an age-old remedy to protecting bloodlines and conquering claims to the dynasties of the past. Hell, families did it every day to ensure that they were part of the elite. They married off their children like cattle so that they could strengthen their empires.
• What I would be doing was no different.
• Anatoly arched a brow. “Are you certain you want to go through with this? Poroshenko, Puzanov, Kovyalyov, and the rest will not have kind words to say about it. Especially since they know exactly what you’d do to their Pakhan’s precious little daughter.”
• I shrugged at the names of Stanislav’s brigadiers. “Leave that to me. Those men understand protocol.”
• “Join or die,” Anatoly finished the thought.
• There was no one who could make me step away from my destiny, no one that could make me want to give up my Bratva and the power I was going to get from marrying Stanislav’s daughter.
• Still, I had to thank Roman for doing what he did. After all, he had rid the world of Stanislav Orlov. Hard to believe that the man had done all that work, lost all those men—his own twin brother among them—all for a woman.
• Well, no matter.
• Once I put the ring on Sveta’s finger, even Stanislav’s staunchest supporters would have no choice but to follow my lead.
• But when I got home, the little wild cat was not as much of a fighter as I had thought. She was hiding, so I decided to tease her.
• She opened the closet door and looked cautiously left and right, her big wet eyes suddenly meeting mine, and I could see the fear in her eyes.
• "Caught you, my bride." I lifted her chin with my gun, forcing her to look at me.
• "What... What?" She looked at me in disbelief, her eyes full of defiance. Were it not for protocol, I might have stripped her then and there, bent her over and used her until she was a trembling mess.
• 'The wedding is tomorrow, you’re my bride.” I replied, putting my hands behind my back.
• “I won't marry you!”
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