Ruthless Heir (Sokolov Bratva Book 1) by Roma James

Author:Roma James [James, Roma]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2022-09-05T16:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER 11

MIKHAIL

Losing Annika the first time had been an inconvenience.

Losing her the second time was a nightmare.

The moment the Armenians had surrounded Mikhail’s car on that desolate stretch of highway in the middle of the desert, he had not known a moment of peace. It was strange how his memories of the incident were a jumbled-up combination of searingly vivid and frustratingly vague. He could remember every second of their desperate backwards thrust down the road. He recalled the way Annika looked so small and dainty as she gripped the edges of her seat. She was beautiful as ever, but her pretty face was twisted with fear. Her wide-eyed, pale countenance hovered bright in his mind’s eye. He hated to see her like that.

He'd been admiring her in tiny, subtle, stolen glances as they rode together back from Katja’s Cathouse. Mikhail was pleased with the easy assignment well done at the brothel. Mikhail always loved visiting the brothels—the women there fawned over him. Good looks and ruthless power were a natural magnet for the ladies. It was simple enough to go in and threaten the low-ranking made man, scare the living daylights out of him, and make sure he wouldn’t try to use Obschak as loan shark money again. It was even better going to see Katja, who was an old friend he knew he could rely on. His mother, Irina, and Katja had always been friends, too, and the older madam became a maternal figure for him after his mother died. Watching Katja behave like a mother or mentor to Annika stirred up tender feelings inside of him he hadn’t expected. It was like spending time with family, although the links between each member were definitely nontraditional.

Distracted on the ride back to Vegas, he hadn’t realized the jeeps were not behind him as backup. Foolish rookie mistake.

Instead, he’d watched the sun set across Annika’s face. He remembered the sense of inner peace he felt looking at her. It wasn’t like Mikhail was a terribly turbulent person on the inside; on the contrary, he felt little remorse about the life he had to lead. He was used to it, and he was good at it. He didn’t lie awake at night agonizing over his actions. He lived on the edge and regretted nothing. Bloodshed didn’t ruffle him. Death was a common occurrence in his line of work.

But still, Mikhail felt a little lighter when Annika was with him. Even when they bickered. Even when she pouted and defied him. She brought out something different in him, and filled his dangerous, black and white world with vivid color. Mikhail’s spirits were high heading back from the brothel.

So when he noticed the dark hulking shapes of vans emerging from the desert, his good mood evaporated in an instant. That light, airy feeling in his chest sank. The hairs stood up on the back of his neck. His jaw clenched, his hands gripping the wheel harder. He was bracing for a battle, and that was exactly what he got.

Download

Copyright Disclaimer:
This site does not store any files on its server. We only index and link to content provided by other sites. Please contact the content providers to delete copyright contents if any and email us, we'll remove relevant links or contents immediately.