Conquered Bride (Belaya Bratva 1)

CHAPTER 7

Gavril

Present Day

I straightened as I looked out over the crowd of people, keeping my emotions schooled. The organ swelled behind me, the priest clearing his throat every five fucking minutes like my bride wasn’t going to walk down the aisle. Honestly, I would have shot him by now, but killing a man of God in a church would probably be going too far.

Then again, my soul was already damned to hell. What was one more sin?

Turning my attention away from the priest, I took account of everyone that was present for my hasty wedding. Anatoly stood to my right, the only man that I had standing for me. My other brigadiers were scattered around the church, having brought their wives or girlfriends to witness their Pakhan getting married.

None of my family was there, of course. They were in Russia, and since it had all been very quickly put together, I hadn’t thought about flying them over. Besides, having them so close to me and my enemies was unwise.

After all, that was how Sveta had ended up in my hands. Stanislav had made the ultimate mistake and put his daughter in the path of monsters.

Now, she was about to wed one.

Drawing in a slow breath, I stared at the doors at the back of the church, fighting the urge to look at my watch. I would rather be anywhere other than here right now, despite my grand plans coming together perfectly. Now that I had Sveta in my presence, the thought of tying myself to her wasn’t exactly the most exciting thing I could do.

Especially after yesterday. She had acted like a brat, nearly bringing me to do harm to her so that she could learn that I wasn’t going to put up with her disrespecting my staff as she had.

Still, I couldn’t deny the way my cock had felt in her mouth. There was a moment that I thought she had done that before, but the tears streaming down her cheeks and the way she had tried to pull back from my assault had erased that particular concern.

My cock stirred to life, and I tamped it down, not wanting to stand in front of everyone with a fucking hard-on. If nothing else, the wedding night was bound to be interesting.

I was ready to defile her body, to have her tell me that she was mine and remind her of who owned her for the rest of her days.

At the end of tonight, Sveta would only speak my name, the name of her husband, and tomorrow, I would take my rightful place as the head of both the Krasnaya and Belaya Bratvas.

For that reason, I had extended the invitation to some of the brigadiers of the Krasnaya Bratva so that they could be witness to the change in their organization. Of course, I had plenty of security to protect everyone that was loyal to me, to discourage any of them from even thinking about stealing my bride away.

If someone did decide to take advantage of the situation, I was ready to take them down.

There was no doubt, however, that Sveta would walk down that aisle any minute. I had given explicit instructions to drag her down to me if there was a need to do so. And if I needed to threaten her into repeating her vows, then I would do so as well.

She wasn’t going to fuck this up for me either.

One way or another, she would be my wife.

The doors opened, and I felt a small tremor of excitement shoot through me as a silhouette appeared in the doorway, flanked by one of my guards. Though she was still far away, I knew it was Sveta.

They made their way down the aisle, every person rising to their feet in reverence for the bride and her escort. Idly I wondered if she was thinking about her father or her family being there for her wedding, if she was about to burst into tears, or if she had resigned herself to the fact that she belonged to me.

Her head was held high the closer she got, her face obscured by a veil that I would pull back at the end of our vows to seal our marriage with a kiss.

Still, I wasn’t immune to the way she looked in the dress she had fucking picked, the strapless number showing off her impressive cleavage and small waistline. I had already gotten a glimpse of what awaited me tonight, and hell, it was going to be difficult to get through this day without taking her in some dark closet somewhere.

Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, Sveta stood next to me at the altar, a cloud of vanilla following in her wake. I reached out and grasped her hand in mine, feeling the slight tremor in her touch.

The tremor made me smile inwardly. She was afraid of me.

Good.

She should be.

I squeezed her hand, not to give her any sort of comfort but to let her know that she was mine. Looking over at the priest, who was clearing his throat nervously, I gave him a sharp nod. “You may begin.”

The priest opened his book. “Dearly beloved.”

I didn’t let Sveta’s hand go as he started his prayers for our devotion to each other and the love that we were to have for Christ as a married couple. His words washed over me, and I wondered what Sveta was thinking about this day. Surely she didn’t expect me to live by any rule that the priest was going to place on us today.

I had no intention of the act of marriage or love. All I wanted to do was impregnate her and solidify myself at the top of the ladder.

Still, I helped her kneel when we were told to kneel and take the blessing, listening to the priest’s questions that were required to sanctify our marriage.

“Have you come here freely and without reservation to give yourself to each other in marriage?”

I heard Sveta’s sharp intake of breath, and my own breathing ceased to exist. If she started to show out now, I wouldn’t know what I would do. She wasn’t here of her own free will.

Not even close.

“I am.”

Good girl.

“I am,” I added, realizing that the priest was waiting on my response as well. She wasn’t going to run screaming from the church. She was going to follow through with this wedding, likely because she knew her life depended on it.

“Will you honor each other as man and wife for the rest of your lives?”

“I will,” I told him, though I wanted to laugh at the thought. Honor another? Honor a woman at that? I would respect her as long as she respected me and expect nothing less than her complete devotion to me.

“I will,” Sveta said quietly, her words barely heard through her veil.

“Will you accept children lovingly from God and bring them up according to the law of Christ and his Church?”

This was one I could answer easily or at least the first part of the question. I was more than willing to accept any children from this union. “I will.”

Sveta’s hand started to sweat clasped in my own and I gave her another squeeze, more to tell her to answer the question. “I will,” she finally said, her voice coming out in a squeak.

The tension between my shoulder blades started to ease, and I helped her rise to her feet for the next part of the ceremony. I wasn’t going to be an asshole, well, not completely. After all, I had to show the Krasnaya Bratva that Sveta would be treated respectfully as my wife. She would be the wife of the most powerful man in LA and would be expected to act accordingly.

I wouldn’t be able to keep her hidden all the time, as I would have to show her off occasionally for their sake, and something told me that Sveta was going to thrive under my tutelage.

She would be the consummate hostess.

We moved on to the vows, which Sveta repeated in halting Russian, stumbling over a few of the words toward the end. Up close, I could hear the emotion in her voice, waiting for the moment that she would start to back out of the wedding and I would be forced to make her comply.

Sveta didn’t, however, and with each portion of the ceremony, my tension eased even more. We were almost there. She was almost my wife.

“The rings,” the priest finally said, pulling out the rings I had given him earlier. “Gavril Kirilenko, repeat after me.”

I took the ring from the priest, my thumb rubbing over the intricate scroll stamped into the gold. It was an unusual ring, with an unusual background, but I wasn’t going to share that with Sveta now.

“Sveta,” I started, holding the ring poised over her finger. “Receive this ring as a sign of my love and fidelity.”

I pushed the ring onto her finger and pressed my lips to her hand, my eyes catching hers from behind her veil. They were wide and full of terror, which only had my cock responding in ways that I hadn’t felt in a long time. Let her be frightened of me. Let her be terrified. I thrived on fucking fear.

The priest cleared his throat, and I dropped her hand so that she could take the ring, her fingers brushing over my hand to take it in hers. Was she curious as to why I would choose a wedding ring? Many men in my position did not wear one, but I wanted everyone to know that I had gone through with my plans and wed my enemy’s daughter.

It was a symbol of the white surrender flag for Stanislav’s men, knowing that I now owned them all and nothing more than that.

“Gavril,” she started, holding the ring poised over my finger now. “Receive this ring as a sign of my love and fidelity.”

Fuck. I loved her saying my name like that, all throaty and lust filled though I knew it was my own wishful thinking.

No matter. In time her voice would be lust filled as she begged for my cock.

Sveta didn’t kiss my hand like I did hers and let it fall to my side before turning her attention back to the priest, as if she were waiting for the next step.

But that was it, the last step to making us man and wife in the eyes of God and the church.

Without waiting for the priest to declare us, I slid my hand behind Sveta’s neck and yanked up her veil, exposing her face for the first time since she walked down the aisle. Fuck, she was gorgeous. I had forgotten how beautiful she was, and my cock strained against my trousers. The next few hours were going to be torturous, but they were necessary.

I crushed my lips against hers, feeling her start of surprise as my tongue plundered her mouth, making the final mark on her. I pulled her close to let her have a taste of what awaited her later.

She wore my ring, had my last name, and now she would be mine in everything tonight.

I couldn’t wait.

When I tore my mouth from hers, Sveta looked slightly dazed, her lips red from my bruising kiss. Extending my arm, I waited for her to take it before turning us both to the waiting crowd. Reluctantly the applause came, and I grinned, knowing that their applause was more because I would demand it than them being happy for me.

Sveta stood next to me and said nothing, her hand clutching my arm, and I wanted to shout to the heavens that my plan had finally come to fruition. “Come, wife,” I said softly. “We have a party to go to.”

I led Sveta down the aisle and to the waiting car, allowing her to slide in first before I joined her. Anatoly followed close behind, sliding into the passenger seat, and we were off, back toward the mansion where we would receive our guests for a dinner that would likely rival any sort of royal dinner if Vera had anything to do with it.

A flash of gold caught my eye, and my grin grew as I looked at the gold ring on my finger. Sveta was my wife. I could do anything to her, and no one would stop me.

No one could stop me. “Tell me,” I finally said, dropping my hand and resting it on my knee instead. “Did you enjoy the ceremony?”

“Does it matter if I did?” she countered, her hands tightly clasped in her lap.

“Of course it does,” I said lightly as anger flitted through my veins. I could have fucking married her in my bedroom before I fucked her hard, yet I had taken the steps that were necessary to ensure that this marriage was a real one. She should be grateful for what I had done.