Conquered Bride (Belaya Bratva 1)

“I’m a man of my word,” I said. “Stanislav would never have given such prizes to you.”

“Indeed?” Konstantin nodded as he wrapped his arm around a golden-eyed Chechen. She looked at his every move with hatred in her eyes, as if she was calculating how to kill him when she got the chance. “None for you?”

Another fucking test. The man was endless in his taunting. “I will be faithful to my wife until she bears my child,” I replied evenly.

He shrugged and pulled the Chechen girl over to him. “Come here, devushka. I want to see that fiery temper your people are so famous for.”

She returned his gaze, and he smiled cruelly before shoving her next to the Ukrainian girl.

I wanted to leave but stood my ground, needing to ensure that I had his word and the others.

“Well?” I asked as Puzanov already had his cock buried in one of the women, fucking her roughly against the building as tears ran down her face. “Have we a deal?”

Puzanov smirked, his face red with exertion as he glanced back at me, then at Konstantin, who was still playing with his women.

“This is a good start,” Konstantin finally replied, his veiled gaze on me. “But how am I to know you’re not giving us the best now, and then pigs and dogs later?”

“I’m a man of my word,” I replied evenly. “So long as you keep your word and there is peace in my Bratva without any interference.”

Konstantin clenched his jaw but finally gave me a single nod. To the side, a slap sounded as Lebedev struck one of the women who was foolish enough to fight back. He backhanded her so hard that she fell to the ground in a heap. The other women stepped back, panic on their faces, but no one ran.

Even if they did. Where could they go?

The woman shrieked, but Lebedev was already on her, holding her hands over her head as he fumbled with his pants, pressing her deep into the rough concrete. She could scream all she liked, and no help would ever come.

I turned away as Lebedev buried himself inside the woman. Screams turned to sobs. Sobs turned to silence. And the only sounds left were the sounds of men grunting in pleasure.

Anatoly stood next to me, silent as I was as the Krasnaya brigadiers raped the women. Anatoly rested his hand casually on the gun in his waistband, just in case someone got out of line and decided to take a shot at me instead.

“What do you want me to do?” Anatoly murmured.

Konstantin forced the Chechen girl to her knees, laughing as he tried to shove his cock into her clenched mouth.

“About what?” I asked brusquely as the sick scene unraveled before me.

“About them,” he stated. “Do you want me to put eyes on them?”

I knew what he was thinking. I had them in the palm of my hand right now, but when they walked away from this dock, did I truly know if they were going to follow through with their end of the agreement?

I wasn’t so certain who they would ultimately align themselves with, but any threat was enough right now.

Suddenly a cry of pain came up and I turned my attention back. Ramzin Kovalyov, the smallest brigadier of the group, was doubled over in pain. His hand covered his cock. Evidently the woman he’d chosen had bitten him. A smile almost drifted to my lips. Suddenly, Ramzin lashed out and kicked the woman viciously in the stomach.

She collapsed to the ground, but that wasn’t enough for him.

“SUKA! SUKA! SUKA!” he screamed as he kicked her again and again. Each blow was harder than the last. She tried to cover her body from his assault. When she covered her ribs, he began to stomp on her knees, her body, and her head.

She coughed, and a puddle of blood splattered on the ground.

Huffing, Ramzin went over to the Ukrainian woman, watching in terror, and pushed her to her knees. He pulled out a knife from his pocket and held it at her temple as he shoved his cock in her mouth.

“Keep an eye on them and put a bullet in their head if you get a whiff of trouble,” I said to Anatoly. “I don’t trust these fucking animals.”

Anatoly nodded. “It’ll be done.”

“That’s enough,” I turned to the Krasnaya brigadiers. “What depravity you choose to do behind close doors is your choice. But if you are to be a part of my Bratva, you will learn to treat my gifts with some respect.”

“Of course, Pakhan,” Konstantin smiled sickly. “We just got a little excited. That’s all. Didn’t we, boys?”

A murmur of consent rose up among the others.

“Don’t make me repeat myself.” I said. “Get the fuck out of here.”

I turned and walked away, having accomplished all that I could for now. There was other business that I needed to attend to before I could go back to the mansion.

To Naomi.

I found my own car waiting and climbed inside. “Take me to the Sapphire Club,” I told the driver before settling back, glad to watch the docks disappear from view. The Sapphire Club was another neutral site for organized crime to conduct our business, and there were other contracts I needed to broker regarding weapons and drugs. Now that I had the upper hand, I wasn’t about to let it fall.

I pulled out my phone and checked for the missed call that I had ignored earlier.

Naomi.

Naomi had tried to call me.

Vera must have given her the cell phone I had ordered for her. I dialed the number, holding it up to my ear.

It rang a few times before going to a generic voice mail, and I frowned. Maybe Vera had been testing it out instead and hadn’t given it to Naomi yet.

My dark mood returned, and I pocketed the cell phone, clenching my jaw. I would have to wait until I could finish this business before I could see her.