Bratva Bride (Bratva Series Book 1)

“Everybody in place?” I asked, speaking into my earpiece as I glared at the cheap ass motel from the shadows.

Despite how much Illayana wanted me to stay out of this fight, I couldn’t. Oh, she had tried tempting me into staying. Tried keeping me home with her instead of going out. After finally fucking her, being able to sink my cock deep into that tight wet pussy I could barely think of anything else. And she damn well knew it.

She flaunted that delectable body around me as I got ready, bending down with her ass in the air and pushing her chest out so her tits caught my attention. I nearly stabbed myself with my own damn knife, she was so distracting.

Even though I wanted nothing more than to bite into that soft smooth skin, to hold her body tight and fuck her until she couldn’t think of anything else but me and the pleasure I brought her, I couldn’t.

These fuckers attacked us. Killed my men. Tried to kidnap Lucian and Theodora. I wasn’t going to let that shit slide. They were going to pay in blood.

The motel was small, located just off the highway in the middle of bum fuck nowhere. It looked like it was one small breeze away from crumbling to pieces, with holes in the roof and patches of paint and plaster missing from the walls.

After some research we found out each room had two entry points, a front and back door which meant we needed to cover both to ensure nobody escaped.

We worked out that the best plan of attack was to come at them from all sides. Box those fuckers in so they had nowhere to run. Nowhere to hide.

The Bratva were going to come in from the back while simultaneously the Cosa Nostra came from the front. They wouldn’t know what hit em’.

“Da,” Dimitri’s rough voice responded. “We are in position.”

I looked to my left. Vin smiled wickedly, danger glinting in his eyes.

“You ready, fratello?” Brother? I asked, reaching into my jacket and pulling out my gun.

Vin smirked. “I was born ready.”

I rolled my eyes and looked to my right. My father’s steely gaze was plastered to the building in front of him, his anger like a thick cloud all around us.

“Padre? Pronto?”Father? Ready?

He cocked his gun and growled.

Oh yeah, he’s ready.

Fifteen of our best men crouched behind us, ready to move on our command. I knew each of them by name. I trusted them all to have my back.

Ideally in this situation I would have loved to have Christian and Luca here. They were fucking deadly in a fight. But Illayana’s safety was more important.

Thanks to Mikhail, Illayana’s twisted godfather, we were armed to the tee. We each had a P-90 strapped to our backs and two handguns at our waist. Dimitri had to call in a favour with the dude after his supply was cleaned out. I thought P-90s were a bit extravagant, but the Russians never did shit in halves.

Excitement blasted through me as I made my way up to the motel door, followed closely by Vin, my father and our men.

“On my count,” I whispered into my earpiece, cocking my gun. “Three…two…one…go.”

I raised my foot and kicked down the door, ripping it straight off the hinges, just as the same thing happened to the back door and the Bratva came piling in with Dimitri and Aleksandr leading the charge, locked and loaded.

I scanned the room quickly, my eyes taking in everything in under a second.

Two single beds, a man sitting at the end of each one, a woman stripping in front of them. Another man in the corner near the window smoking a cigarette while a blonde woman sucked him off. Five men sitting on the couch huddled over a bag filled to the brim with guns.

Dimitri’s guns.

A multitude of things all happened at once. The two men on the beds reached for their guns on the bedside tables, the man near the window cursed and pushed the blonde away, trying to get to his weapon, and the men crowded around the bag of guns tripped over one another as they each tried to pull a gun out and take aim.

“Vin!” I signalled for him to take the two on the bed. He put a bullet in each of their backs before they reached their guns.

I fired a few warning shots into the wall, skimming a man’s ear and making him cry out in pain. “Move again and I’ll take you all out,” I vowed as Father came to my side, aiming his gun at the crowd of men.

As much as I wanted to kill them all right here, right now, make them suffer for what they did, we agreed to take as many as we could alive. We had an example to set and a plan in motion to accomplish it. A plan that required prisoners.

The man near the window tried to make a run for it and he ran smack into Aleksandr’s big body, bouncing off it like a bouncy ball and landing flat on his ass.

Aleksandr gripped him by the throat and squeezed, pulling him up and dragging him closer. He headbutted him in the face and broke his nose, blood pouring out all over the place. With a kick to the chest, Aleksandr sent him flying across the room.

Gotta love the dude’s style.

“Lukyan,” Aleksandr barked, pointing at the man bleeding on the floor.

Illayana’s youngest brother pounced on him, holding a knife to his throat. “Go ahead,” he purred, digging the knife further in and drawing blood. “Give me a reason to gut you.”

The man wisely stayed still.

Lukyan pouted. “Pity.”

Feminine screams echoed all around the room and irritation flowed through me. I couldn’t stand that shit. Weak women.

If your life is in danger, you don’t scream. You don’t cower. You fucking fight.

“Shut up!” I yelled, pointing my gun at the three women huddled in the corner. “Or I’ll put a bullet in between your fucking eyes.”

They shut up real fucking quick.

One thing our intel didn’t tell us was that this was an adjoining room. All the ruckus, the gunfire, the screaming made the group of men in the next room come barrelling in, guns drawn.

It turned into a bloodbath. Bullets flew in every direction. Blood sprayed all over the walls. Everybody ran and ducked for cover. Glass shattered. Plaster rained down like confetti.

I fired round after round, taking down as many of the bastards as I could. Fuck taking them alive, it was time to fuck their shit up. We could still make an example out of them by stringing their bodies up for the world to fucking see.

I flipped the couch over and took cover behind it, reloading my gun.

Lukyan scurried over and crouched at my side, a crazy smile on his face. “Isn’t this fun?!” he yelled over the gunfire, laughing maniacally.

He’s fucking crazy!

Lukyan jumped to his feet and used the couch as an anchor as he fired his P-90, releasing a fuck ton of bullets. “Oh, yeah! How do you like that, bitches?!”

A big boot landed next to me, and I knew instantly it was not a friend. It was an enemy. Before he took another step, I pulled out my knife and slammed it into his foot.

He screamed and hunched over at the waist, trying to yank it out quickly. Pulling another blade from my waist, I rammed it into his cheek. Blood spurted out and splattered all over my face.

I leapt over his body, keeping low to the floor as I scurried across the ground. Another enemy stepped into my path, trying to kick me in the face and knock me down. I brought my arm up and blocked him. I pulled a gun from my waist, placed it under his chin and fired.

His head snapped back, the bullet going straight through his skull and into the roof.

Spinning on my knees I fired again, blowing a whole in a man’s head just as he reached Vin.

Vin growled, kicking the lifeless body in the ribs. His eyes snapped to me. “I had that!” he yelled as he flung a knife into a man’s chest halfway across the room.

I stood, glaring. “I think what you meant to say was, ‘thank you’ testa di cazzo.” Dickhead.

Pivoting to the left, Vin dodged an attack from behind, light as a feather on his feet. He took aim and fired, shooting the man in the back. “I’ve got no reason to thank you. I had it covered, stronzo.” Asshole.

Annoyance flared through me. “You little-”

“Basta voi due!”Enough you two! Father barked, snapping a man’s neck with a sharp twist and letting him fall to the ground. “I swear it’s like you guys are teenagers again.”

“He started it,” Vin mumbled, wiping blood from his brow.

“Fuck off, I did.”

My spidey senses tingled, the hair on the back of my neck standing up and I spun, bringing my forearms up in an X formation to block a knife before it could pierce my skin. I rammed my knee into the man’s ribs and with a little manoeuvring, gripped his wrist, ducked under his arm and flung him onto his back, all in one fluid motion.

Plucking the knife from his hands, I held it under his chin and straddled his chest.

“Tut, tut, tut, too slow,” I laughed, enjoying the way the fucker trembled beneath me.

Anger flashed on his face and he bucked, kicking his legs out. “Get the fuck off me, you Italian scum!”

“Hey Vin!” I yelled, digging the knife in a little deeper, making him hiss. “We need another prisoner or are we set?”

At my cleverly veiled threat the man ceased his struggles, freezing instantly.

Vin looked around. “I think we got enough.”

I smiled. “Wonderful.” I rammed my knife under his chin right to the hilt, glimpsing the blade inside his open month, drenched in blood. I got to my feet and wiped my bloody hands on my clothes.

Groans echoed all around me as the sounds of gunshots died down and I blinked, coming out of my bloodlust haze.

In an attempt to save himself, a grubby man with blood, sweat and tears dripping down his face gripped one of the hysterical women by her hair, holding a gun to her temple. “Everyone freeze. No-nobody move or I’ll blow her head off!”

Vin and I shared a confused look with one another.

Uhh, are we supposed to give a fuck?

Dimitri stepped over numerous dead bodies as he made his way over, his Armani suit torn in several places and drenched head to toe in blood.

“St-stop! I’ll do it! I’ll fucking kill her!” the man screamed, his hand trembling.

“Why does he think we care?” Vin whispered to me, and I shrugged.

I had no fucking idea. She wasn’t one of our girls. At least, I didn’t think she was. Truth was we had so many girls in our strip clubs they all started to look the same to me.

Let’s be honest, even if she was one of ours, she didn’t matter enough for us to care about her death. Harsh but true.

Dimitri stopped in front of them, raised his gun to the woman’s forehead and fired, unflinching.

Alrighty, looks like he didn’t care about her either.

“Kelly! No!” one of the women cried, her body quaking with fear.

The man reared back in surprise and fumbled over a dead body, landing on the ground hard. His hands flew up in surrender as Dimitri pointed his gun right at his chest.

“Wait! Wait! I-I have information! Spare my life and I’ll tell you everything I know! Please!”

I shook my head in disgust. Did loyalty mean nothing to these fuckers? I couldn’t stand disloyalty. I’d carve him up for that offence alone.

An evil smirk tainted Dimitri’s lips. “You’ll tell me regardless.”