His Captive Bratva Princess: A Bratva Captive Romance by Cole Jagger

Author:Cole, Jagger
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2021-06-07T16:00:00+00:00

Present:

“What does this one mean?”

I have no idea what time it is. I also left “tired” behind a long, long time ago. I don’t know that word anymore, lying here next to her.

I’ve taken her four times. I’ve tasted her sweetness on my tongue another three times on top of that. At one point, after the second time, Belle jokingly murmured that she had some “catching up to do.”

I’ve made it my mission to do just that.

Last time I glanced at my phone it was one in the morning. But that was God knows how long ago at this point. Now, she’s lying in my arms, tracing a fingertip over a tattoo on my chest.

“Nothing.”

She smirks and looks up at me. “You just picked any old thing off the tattoo parlor wall, huh?”

I grin back. “Yep.”

Belle rolls her eyes. “I’ve seen Eastern Promises, you know. I know it’s Russian mafia.”

I arch one of my brows at her. She’s sharp. And also, I just don’t feel like lying to this girl. About anything, actually. I know she’s an actress. I know it’s literally her job to persuade and charm people—to convince them to trust her and like her. But I know that’s not what this is.

“Da,” I growl. “It is.”

She looks up at me sharply. “Do you actually speak Russian?”

“Da, no ya ne praktikovalsya v etom.”

Belle blinks at me. I chuckle. “Yes, but I’m out of practice.”

“Even working with the Russian mob, huh?” She nudges.

I shrug. “This is the US.”

“So you just picked it up here and there?”

I frown. I don’t talk about my mother very much. But fuck it.

“My mom, actually. I was born here, but she came here from Moscow.”

“And your dad?”

My mouth thins. Hers twists as she winces.

“Shit, I’m sorry, that’s none of my—”

“My father was a rapist.”

The room grows quiet. Belle’s silent and still, and I close my eyes. Fuck, why the hell did I even mention that. But then I feel her fingers sliding into and entwining with mine.

“We don’t get to pick our parents,” she says quietly.

I nod.

“You’ve read about mine, I assume?”

I shrug. “No, I mean…” I glance down to see her smirking at me. “I might have googled you earlier.”

Belle smiles wryly. “I loved my mom, and I miss her every day. But there’s a very good chance my dad was a pimp or a John or something.”

“Can’t pick ‘em,” I grunt.

“Nope.” She frowns. “I’m really sorry, though.”

“Don’t be.” My brow furrows. I almost decide to gloss over it. But, again, it’s like I’m incapable of keeping anything from her. It’s like I don’t want to keep anything from her.

“I killed him.”

Her eyes snap up to mine. “What?”

“I’m…” I look down. “I’m not a good man, Belle.”

“Yes you—”

“You don’t know me,” I growl quietly. “I don’t know if I’m a ‘bad’ man, but I’m not good.”

“Niko—”

“I shot my own father, Belle. In premeditated cold blood. I concealed who I was. I lied to get close to him, just so I could pay him back for what he did to her.

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