Claimed by the Bratva: A Dark Mafia Romance (Bratva Brotherhood Book 3) Page 4

  The musky, masculine scent of him surrounds me, along with the dank, damp earth. I savor the moment, enjoying the feel of his body pressed against mine. If we don’t make it out alive, this might be the only time I get to be this close to him.

  Miron chuckles gently, nodding his head. “Deer.”

  I glance up to see a family of deer trotting obliviously through the forest. “Beautiful,” I say, getting to my feet and staring at the animals.

  My father loves to hunt beautiful creatures like them. I hate how brutality plays such a huge part in every aspect of life for him and my brother.

  “Come on. We’re almost there.” Miron grabs my hand again, and we move further.

  After a few more minutes of walking through the forest, we come to a small barbed fence. It’s already cut in one place. An old Chevy is parked on the other side. Miron found this way in and trekked through the forest to get me, which is the nicest thing anyone has ever done for me.

  He throws my bag over the fence before following through the hole. “Come on,” he says.

  I glance back once into the darkness of the forest. It’s crazy what we’re doing, but there’s no turning back now. Miron is my only hope. We’ll never be able to return. I don’t know what the plan is, but all I want is to be with him forever.

  5

  Miron

  I’ve finally done it—cut myself loose from the poisonous grip of my pakhan. The long road stretching behind me serves as a reminder as I race away from Los Angeles—the city that has been my home for over twenty years.

  Sofia sleeps peacefully by my side in the passenger’s seat. I made sure to get her a blanket before leaving, knowing we’ve got a long journey ahead of us. New York is on the other side of the damn country, but flying wasn’t an option.

  If I had tried to take the jet, Luka would be able to track mine too easily. Instead, I intend to pick up another car in Colorado, trading this one in. My plan hinges on Andrei’s help, which isn’t guaranteed. I could be running Sofia right into danger, but I don’t have any other choice.

  She doesn’t yet know the real reason I’m saving her. I couldn’t stand by while she was married off to another man. It’s not rejection I’m worried about. I see the way she looks at me.

  It’s that I doubt whether she can handle me. She doesn’t know how twisted and broken I am. A man who loves to punish and dominate.

  Could a girl like her take it?

  She’s too innocent and pure.

  I think that’s another reason I long for her. The idea of her submitting to me makes me crazy with need. My urges need to remain under control until we are both safe. A distraction of any kind could end badly for both of us. Focus is key if I’m going to pull this off.

  The vehicle I purchased with cash only a handful of hours ago won’t be known to Luka or any of my brotherhood. I went to a contact in the triad for help with this, knowing I couldn’t trust anyone within the bratva. As long as he keeps his mouth shut, we should be fine.

  By the time my brotherhood has figured it out, this vehicle will be long gone. We’ll be long gone. I steal a glance at the angel sleeping next to me. Whenever I come for dinner, she plasters herself in too much makeup, but now she is natural and more beautiful than ever.

  The road is endless and long. It’s not until the sun is beginning to rise that we enter the state of Colorado. I’ve got an address of a garage that will swap this car out for another. My contact at the triad assured me that the guy is no snitch. The last thing I need if Luka following our trail.

  As the sun brightens the sky and paints Sofia’s skin, she begins to stir. I quickly avert my gaze, not wanting her to see me staring at her. Every time I get caught stealing glances or smile at her, I can see her hope grow.

  What is it she hopes for? An innocent girl like Sofia can’t understand what being with a man like me means for her.

  “What time is it?” she asks, stretching her arms over her head.

  “It’s seven-thirty,” I say, glancing over at her.

  Her eyes widen, and she sits up straighter. “You’ve been driving for six hours straight. Aren’t you tired?”

  I shrug and return my attention to the road. “I haven’t got time to be tired.”

  “I’ve got my driver’s license now. Let me drive for a while.” She sits up straighter.

  I shake my head, smiling at how cute she can be at times. “Speed is key, Sofia. I don’t get the feeling you are used to driving fast.”

  She pouts and crosses her arms over her chest. “What gives you that impression?”

  I rub a hand across the back of my neck. “The engine in that little car of yours is about a third of the size of this one.” I turn my attention back to the road, waiting for her reply.

  “It’s not all about size,” she states.

  I want to tell her that it is about size, and I’ll show her just how important size is. Instead, I keep my jaw clenched and focus on the road. This woman will be the death of me. I’m in too deep with her—I have been for two fucking years.

  My cock is so hard it hurts right now. I wish she would go back to sleep and put me out of my misery. It’s difficult not to be aroused when she’s saying things like that. The girl is too fucking innocent.

  “How about some music?” she asks, reaching to touch the dials on the radio.

  I reach for it to stop her from putting some sappy, pop music on, and brush her fingers. It feels like electricity shoots through my veins as her skin touches mine.

  Sofia draws in a sharp intake of breath, and I feel it right to my cock.

  “I control the music,” I say, trying to brush off the sudden tension between us.

  If it’s going to be this damn hard to be around her all the time, then I’m going to have to get used to being sexually frustrated twenty-four seven. It’s something I’ve never encountered before.

  I turn the dial to a station I know she’ll like. She’s into that God awful pop music, but I’ll bear it for her. I keep my eyes on the road, feeling her gaze on me.

  “You don’t like this sort of music, do you?”

  I smirk and shake my head. “Not really, but you do.”

  She reaches for the dial to change the radio station, making the dominant side of me angry. I told her I was in control, but she’s defying me.

  Instead of telling her off, I let her change it. The last thing I need to do right now is snap at her. “I prefer rock,” she says, tuning into a station playing The Rolling Stones.

  I smile as Satisfaction blares out over the speakers. A fitting song since I haven’t been able to get any satisfaction since this woman came blazing back into my life two years ago. It’s utterly frustrating. “This isn’t your kind of music.” I glance over her to see her glaring at me with her arms crossed over her chest.

  “You’ve never asked me what music I like. It seems you assumed because I’m a twenty-year-old university student, that I have no appreciation for the classics.” She’s entirely serious, and it’s adorable.

  I chuckle and shake my head. “I’m very sorry for offending you.” It’s impossible to keep the sarcasm from my tone.

  Her frown softens as she tries to keep a straight face, failing terribly. “Don’t be an ass,” she says, shoving me gently.

  Again the tension ignites the moment her skin brushes against mine. Her hand lingers on my bicep, sending a tightness right to my balls. It feels like forever before she pulls away.

  Sofia clears her throat, staring at me with that need that makes me so fucking horny for her.

  Every time she puts her hands on me, I’m harder than nails. This is torturous. We’re hardly into the first day together, and I’m almost certain I’m not going to be able to hold myself back. It’s too much to handle—being alone with her.

  I’m wrong for her, but that doesn’t seem to register in my mind any moment she touches me. Not to mention, the more time we spend together alone, the more I fall further into her trap. She surprises me and ench
ants me with every word, touch, and look.

  Sofia has had me since the moment she walked back into my life two years ago. There’s only one way our relationship is going—me dominating her in the bedroom. It’s what scares me the most.

  She’s a young, sweet girl. I’m a rough older man who can’t control myself. In bed, I’m anything but gentle. Pleasure and pain go hand in hand with me, and I’m not sure that’s something Sofia would enjoy. The thought of risking it and ruining everything we have scares me more than I’d ever admit.

  “I’m hungry,” she says, glancing in the back of the Chevy. “Have you got anything to eat?”

  I shake my head, holding back the words on the tip of my tongue.

  No, but I could eat you.

  The thought of laying her down in the back of this car and licking her pussy makes my body shudder. I can almost taste her now—sweeter than fucking sin.

  “Miron?”

  I shake my head. “No, sorry,” I grit out, keeping my eyes on the road.

  She huffs and crosses her arms over her chest. “You could have been a little more prepared.”

  The spoiled princess of the pakhan emerges. She’s wanted for nothing all her life, and she can be a handful at times. “Thanks a lot. I didn’t exactly have a lot of time to formulate a plan to save you from Dima Veselov. Sorry I didn’t go fucking grocery shopping first.” I can’t help but feel irritated, and it’s not only because she’s acting like a brat. It’s because I’m so sexually frustrated. If I don’t find a moment to work it out, I’ll go insane.

  “Sorry,” she mutters, shaking her head. “I get a bit cranky when I’m hungry.”

  I nod in response to her apology. “It looks like it’s your lucky day.” A small diner on the side of the road is open, and I pull into the parking lot. “We’ll take a short pit stop here.”

  She jumps out of the car, and her hips sway temptingly as she walks toward the front door. I watch her for a moment, captivated by her pure beauty — the way her full, round ass sways makes my cock leak pre cum into my boxer briefs.

  We’re the only ones in the diner, but it is early. Sofia picks a seat and sits down.

  “Order what you want. I’ll be back in a moment,” I say, knowing it won’t take long to sort out the raging hard-on in my pants. I walk toward the bathroom and let myself into a cubicle. My cock is in my hand so fast, as I tighten my fingers around it.

  I shut my eyes, picturing Sofia in that sexy, sheer slip she’d been wearing in her bedroom yesterday evening. The image of her kneeling in front of me, and taking my cock into her mouth makes me groan. I imagine her beautiful blue eyes holding my gaze as she sucks me.

  My balls clench at the thought. I would grab a handful of her thick blonde hair, thrusting my dick into the back of her throat. My cock swells in my palm as I think about kissing those beautiful lips and playing with her hard nipples.

  The thought of spreading her legs and sinking deep inside of her. She would moan my name as I fucked her hard and rough. My hand moves faster up and down my shaft as I imagine the image in my mind.

  All I want is to make her come all over my cock. I want to breed her and fuck her until she’s pregnant with my child. She would well and truly be mine then. There would be no denying my claim on her.

  I grunt as I come undone, spilling rope after rope of thick seed into the bowl beneath me. “Sofia,” I groan her name, fisting myself harder. I make sure I drain every drop from my balls, before cleaning up and forcing my semi-hard cock back into my pants.

  Fuck, that was intense. I haven’t cum that fucking hard in forever. I let myself out of the cubicle and walk toward the sink, washing my hands. One look in the mirror above the sink, and I shake my head.

  Why would Sofia find a man like me attractive?

  I’ve recently noticed the ravages of age, particularly in the last two years. It never worried me before Sofia returned, but ever since, I’ve been more conscious of it. The wrinkles around my eyes aren’t awful, but they’re there.

  I head back into the diner. Sofia’s beautiful eyes meet mine the moment I step out of the bathroom, and a tingling ignites in my balls. I wonder if I was a long time and if she suspects what I was doing in there.

  The need to be inside of her is growing hour by hour. She has kept me hard since we left Los Angeles. Even after working out my sexual frustration, I’m still excited by her presence. It’s going to be a long fucking journey to New York.

  6

  Sofia

  I sit in the passenger seat of the Cadillac Miron is swapping the Chevy for at this old, rundown garage. There’s been tension between us ever since we left Los Angeles. I glance through the window at the tattooed, silver-haired man who has been the object of my affections for so many years.

  He is inside, filling out the paperwork. It seems odd to me that he’d have to fill out any paperwork since both these cars are stolen. The music on the stereo is muffled as the signal isn’t great. I mess around with the channel, trying to get it clearer.

  The roar of bike engines catches my attention, as a few guys pull into the garage yard. I can’t understand why I feel uneasy. Perhaps it’s because a lot of my father’s men ride similar bikes around Los Angeles.

  I glance over at Miron, and he seems to be unaware of the arrival of these guys. My heart stops beating the moment the man at the front lifts off his helmet. It’s Yov, my father’s spy in the brotherhood.

  As the rest of the men behind him lift their helmets, my heart starts to race uncontrollably. All of them are part of the Los Angeles brotherhood and work for my father. Which means he’s sent them after us. I can’t understand how the hell they caught up to us so fast.

  Yov points toward the window where Miron is visible, saying something to the rest of his men. A flood of panic washes over me as I realize the danger he’s in right now. They’ve yet to spot me sitting in this beaten up old Cadillac, so I duck down into the footwell.

  I have two options. Stay put in this vehicle and hope they don’t find out which one Miron just traded in for, or get out and hide elsewhere. The thought of hiding while Miron deals with them makes me sick to the stomach, but I know I can’t do anything to help.

  If they see me, then I’ll be on my way back to Los Angeles before I can blink. I reach up for the door handle of the Cadillac and open it slowly, keeping low to the ground. Slowly, I step out of the vehicle and crawl toward an old tow-truck nearby.

  It’s the only vehicle I can reach and remain unseen. I try the door, sighing as it swings open. The sound of raised voices coming from the main garage building makes the hair on the back of my neck stand on end.

  I crawl into the footwell of the truck and shut the door behind me as quietly as possible. Miron is strong and powerful, but I’m not sure he can fight off that many men. His contact in the city must have betrayed him.

  Guilt rolls over me as I wonder if he will be okay. Despite knowing I can do nothing to help, it feels wrong to hide while they beat him up. Hopefully, he can overpower all of these assholes.

  If Miron could have told me what to do, I know he’d ask me to stay hidden. My stomach is a mess of nerves as I wait and listen for some kind of evidence that they’ve gone.

  “Where the fuck is she, Miron?” Yov asks, opening a car door and slamming it again.

  If I were to guess from a distance, it is the door of the Cadillac. I swallow hard, holding my breath out of fear they’ll hear me. I’m the reason they are here, not Miron. “I don’t know what the fuck you are talking about, Yov,” his voice is masked with pain. They’ve already hurt him and they will kill him if they find me.

  I consider making a move, saving him somehow from his fate. The problem is I’m frozen to the spot in fear. I am terrified of what will happen if they take me back to Los Angeles. It’s not my father or brother that scare me—it’s the man they’ve promised I’ll marry. Dima Veselov.

  “You’re lying. Why are you in Colorado?” Yov asks.

  “I hav
e some business with someone in Denver. Personal business.”

  There are a few chuckles. “Not off to see that whore of yours again, are you?”

  There’s a warning growl from Miron, and I wonder who they’re talking about.

  “Why are you buying a stolen vehicle?” You asks.

  Miron clears his throat. “I didn’t want to be traced carrying out personal business. Shit plan, though, since you guys are here.”

  “Fine, Miron. Boss had a hunch you took Sofia. I can’t see any evidence of that.” There’s a short pause.

  “Someone has taken Sofia?” Miron questions, putting on a damn good act.

  There’s a bang of a car door. “Yeah, it’s a fucking nightmare. Luka is going to want you to return with us and help.”

  “Of course, but I must finish some business in town and will follow shortly.”

  There’s a short silence. “I don’t think the boss will be happy if we leave you here. He was clear that we must track you down and bring you back with us.”

  Someone clears their throat, and I wait for Miron’s response. “You can wait around for me to finish up here, or you can go on ahead, and I’ll be a half-hour behind you. It’s your choice.”

  A few murmurs break out, and I wonder what Miron’s plan is. If they decide to wait around, we’re screwed.

  “Fine, Makar will stay with you while you finish your business here. The rest of us will go on ahead.”

  “See you back at Luka’s,” Miron says.

  I wait, wondering what the hell to do. If there’s only one of them, Miron will be able to take him out for us to escape. The roar of bike engines firing to life signals my father’s men are leaving.

  “Where now?” Makar asks.

  I wince, wishing it wasn’t him. Makar is one of the kindest of my father’s men. He doesn’t deserve to be hurt by Miron so we can escape, and that will be the least of his worries. Once they learn he was responsible for our escape, my father won’t be merciful.