The Bratva Bosses’ Nanny: A Reverse Harem Dark Mafia Romance (The Bratva Billionaires’ Club Book 1) by Celeste Riley

Author:Celeste Riley [Riley, Celeste]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Celestine Publishing Ltd.
Published: 2024-02-02T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter 16: Submerged in Secrets

Aleksandr

The next morning barrels in, no pause button in sight.

Michael and Kate Madden. My tech team scoured the digital world for dirt on them. But what comes up is squeaky clean, the kind of perfect that doesn’t sit right with me. Too perfect. A family like that, with money oozing from their pores? There’s got to be a crack somewhere, and I’ll find it.

If you looked me up, you’d find jack shit. That’s how we operate—organized, discreet, untouchable. The Bratva isn’t some street gang; we’re a well-oiled machine. Infiltration. Immunity. Size. We’ve got it all.

Thank God for my team. They make the police look like amateurs, not that we can’t get our hands dirty with a bribe or two. But with these guys, I don’t need to. They’ll dig up everything, leave no stone unturned. And so far, Emma’s story checks out. Not that I doubted her—I trust her, completely.

Nikolai and Dmitri didn’t bat an eye when I told them. But something’s off. There’s a stench of something rotten in this too-perfect picture.

“Find out about Michael Madden’s wife. Also, about this beauty salon.” I instruct my team.

I leave our ‘office’—the facade for our laundering operation. No shabby laundromat or cliché casino for us. We went high-end, a tech company now valued in the billions. All thanks to the meticulous work of our lawyers and some legal bullshit.

I can’t shake the feeling we’re missing a piece, a vital clue. But what? I lean back in my chair, trying to put the pieces together.

Grace. She turned her back on us, sold us out. But the story’s too neat, the edges too clean. Someone paid her off, sure, but for what? Just internal communications? That’s small fry for the risk involved. And the timeline—it all went down right around when Emma came into the picture. Coincidence?

It’s not adding up, and I hate it when things don’t add up.

If there’s something lurking beneath the polished surface of that place, I’ll drag it into the light. And if Kate’s involved, if she’s part of this mess? Well, Emma’s going to have a lot more to deal with than just a few swimming lessons.

I get a message. I assume it’s from my tech team, but it’s an unknown number.

Let the snowflake go

An icy prickle runs down my spine. Not an email, a direct message. Traceable? Maybe. But they’d anticipate that. They’re not amateurs. What the hell is a ‘snowflake’?

Could they mean Alina? Emma? It’s too coincidental with this ‘Frostbite’ bastard floating around. Snow, frostbite... there’s a pattern here.

I forward the text to my tech team. Then I send it to Nikolai and Dmitri. I’m staring at the Kandinsky hanging on the wall, but I’m not seeing it—my mind’s racing through every damn scenario.

Nikolai’s response comes first. It’s obvious they want Alina

Dmitri chimes in the group chat. What would they want with an orphaned 3-year-old girl?

I type back. Maybe she has a relative we don’t know about?

Dmitri is quick to reply. No. We’ve checked

I push further.

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