I plan on taking everything, because Natalya is mine.
The Bratva’s Enforcer, a forced proximity, age gap, dark mafia romance from bestselling authors L.K. Shaw and Rachel Everly, is now available!
My loyalty is to the Bratva. I’ve killed more than one man for my boss, because that’s my job. Only this current assignment isn’t going as planned. It should have been easy.
Until the soon-to-be-dead man’s daughter walks in and things get complicated.
Natalya has featured in every filthy dream I’ve had for the last five years. Only she’s far too innocent and virginal for a killer like me. Which means she’s off-limits. But when she offers me anything I want to spare her father, I accept before I can think of the consequences.
I plan on taking everything, because Natalya is mine.
**Author’s note: this story was previously published in the Vows and Vendettas anthology. None of the contents have changed.
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Four men, including my father, stand in the center of the room. The two standing closest to Dad work for the Bratva. And even though his back is to me, there’s no doubt who the massive one with broad shoulders, thick, muscled arms, and short-clipped brown hair is.
“Where the fuck is the money, Boris?” The same husky voice that fills my dreams nightly drips with rancor.
The chill from outside creeps back in and clutches at my heart.
Daddy, what did you do?
“I can get you the money, Sasha. I just need more time.” My father’s voice wavers. Whatever money he’s talking about, this doesn’t sound good.
Mom had another infusion at the hospital two weeks ago. What if it hasn’t been health insurance that’s paid for any of Mom’s new treatments lately? I grip my messenger bag tightly to my body. Should I call the police or will that make it worse?
“I’ve given you all the time I can. The Pakhan demands satisfaction,” Sasha growls and circles my father who swivels his head trying to keep him in his sights.
I can’t take my eyes off him either. The first time we’d met had been years ago. Before I started college. Even then my dad warned me about Sasha Baranov. Time has only made him more attractive. Harsher. More brutal. And yet, he’s still the man of my fantasies with his hulking muscles and angled jaw. Why is he asking my dad for money?
One of the men, Yuri, steps to the metal counter against the wall and turns on the large deli slicer sitting at the edge of it. The familiar whirring squeal fills the air. Then he steps toward my father. My gaze darts between the slicer and Yuri. Oh, god. He wouldn’t, would he? My stomach churns and I squeeze my eyes shut. What do I do?
Dropping my bag onto the floor, I try to slow my frantic breathing. I didn’t cry when I sprained my ankle dancing my last show. I didn’t cry when our dog Vlad had to be put down or when mom was diagnosed with cancer. I’m not about to cry over this.
“Dad! What’s going on?” I push open the door and attempt to rush over to my father, but Ilya and Yuri block my way with their guns drawn. I nearly pee myself.
“Natalya, no!” My father yells.
“Stand down.” Sasha grabs my dad and pushes him toward Yuri. Ilya steps back but keeps his eyes on me. “Natalya, what are you doing here?”
“Me? What are you doing here?” I sweep my hand out.
He ignores me and nods toward Yuri, who drags my dad toward the meat slicer, and then turns to me again. “I will ask one last time, what are you doing here after dark, little Natalya?”
I don’t like the way Sasha says my name or how my stomach flutters when he does. He cocks his head demanding an answer. His earring twinkles.
My throat dries up, and I swallow. “I’m here for the invoices to reconcile the accounts.”
He grunts and turns to my dad who’s trying to escape Yuri’s hold, but failing. “I didn’t realize this was a family affair, Boris. The Pakhan will be disappointed, but I’m sure he’ll have uses for your daughter. Go ahead, Yuri.”
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