Bratva Dark Allegiance: The Complete Collection
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Bratva Dark Allegiance
Raven Scott
Contents
The Fixer
1. Ophelia
2. Ophelia
3. Sascha
4. Ophelia
5. Sascha
6. Ophelia
7. Ophelia
8. Sascha
9. Ophelia
10. Ophelia
11. Ophelia
12. Sascha
13. Ophelia
14. Sascha
15. Sascha
16. Ophelia
17. Sascha
18. Ophelia
19. Ophelia
20. Ophelia
21. Sascha
22. Sascha
23. Ophelia
24. Ophelia
25. Ophelia
26. Sascha
27. Ophelia
28. Sascha
29. Ophelia
30. Ophelia
31. Sascha
32. Ophelia
33. Ophelia
34. Sascha
The Runaway
1. Joci
2. Joci
3. Joci
4. Joci
5. Jacob
6. Joci
7. Joci
8. Jacob
9. Joci
10. Joci
11. Jacob
12. Joci
13. Jacob
14. Jacob
15. Joci
16. Joci
17. Jacob
18. Joci
19. Joci
20. Jacob
21. Joci
22. Jacob
23. Joci
24. Joci
25. Joci
26. Jacob
27. Joci
28. Jacob
29. Joci
30. Jacob
31. Jacob
32. Joci
33. Joci
34. Jacob
The Handyman
1. Reece
2. Reece
3. Riley
4. Reece
5. Riley
6. Riley
7. Reece
8. Riley
9. Reece
10. Reece
11. Riley
12. Reece
13. Riley
14. Riley
15. Riley
16. Reece
17. Riley
18. Reece
19. Reece
20. Riley
21. Riley
22. Reece
23. Riley
24. Reece
25. Riley
26. Riley
27. Reece
28. Riley
29. Riley
30. Reece
31. Riley
32. Riley
33. Reece
The Defector
1. Delilah
2. Delilah
3. Delilah
4. Darren
5. Delilah
6. Darren
7. Delilah
8. Darren
9. Delilah
10. Delilah
11. Darren
12. Delilah
13. Darren
14. Darren
15. Delilah
16. Darren
17. Delilah
18. Delilah
19. Delilah
20. Darren
21. Delilah
22. Darren
23. Delilah
24. Delilah
25. Darren
26. Delilah
The Vigilante
1. Vanessa
2. Vanessa
3. Vanessa
4. Vanessa
5. Vanessa
6. Vanessa
7. Vanessa
8. David
9. Vanessa
10. David
11. Vanessa
12. David
13. Vanessa
14. David
15. David
16. Vanessa
17. Vanessa
18. David
19. Vanessa
20. David
21. Vanessa
22. Vanessa
23. David
24. Vanessa
25. David
26. Vanessa
27. David
28. Vanessa
29. David
30. Vanessa
31. David
32. David
33. Vanessa
34. David
The Traitor
1. Yelene
2. Yelene
3. Igra
4. Yelene
5. Igra
6. Yelene
7. Yelene
8. Igra
9. Yelene
10. Yelene
11. Igra
12. Yelene
13. Igra
14. Yelene
15. Yelene
16. Igra
17. Yelene
18. Igra
19. Yelene
20. Yelene
21. Igra
22. Yelene
23. Yelene
24. Igra
25. Yelene
26. Igra
Free Gift For You
The Fixer
1
Ophelia
Shivering as the door flung open, gushing cold air into the room, I curled up tighter. This concrete box wasn’t a place I’d ever expected to find myself in. Exhaling shakily, I could almost see my breath— or was that just simple delirium? My thin clothes weren’t designed to protect against the cold, and I scowled lightly as I forced my eyes off my knees.
Aleksander Makovich was leaning casually on the doorframe, arms and ankles crossed…the absolute epitome of power seeping from every pore on his skin.
He looked exactly the same as the last time I’d seen him, but now— I was his enemy. Now, his demeanor was closed off, eyes sharp and guarded heavily.
His stubbled jaw set hard, his gaze throwing daggers on my frigid skin as he scanned the small space. “Get up.”
My body moved even as my mind clung to the floor. I just wanted to melt into concrete and hope Aleksander didn’t notice me. Goosebumps rose long my bare arms and under my jeans, as my toes flexed in my sneakers. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw that my dad held my mom around the shoulders, but I didn’t dare look directly at them.
What kind of terrible parents put their children in mortal danger knowingly? Bitterness clouded my eyes and stained my tongue. How could two old people who had a good lot in life just ruin it so damned easily? This was a question I’d never have the answer to, I knew. In a few short hours, my parents were only going to be memories.
“So… I’m just curious, which one of you actually took the shot against Vyachaslav and missed?” Aleksander asked.
I kept my head down, not even trying to push my hair back in the hopes of keeping Aleksander’s attention off me. His eyes could kill and I ground my teeth hard at the edge in his tone.
The loaded question hung in the air, suffocating my parents and brother.
If someone spoke up, ratted out… it wouldn’t matter and everyone knew it. Most likely, Aleksander knew the answer to his question already. He just wanted to see what would happen if he dangled hope in front of our eyes.
“If you get the answer right, you get a prize,” Aleksander spoke again.
“I did it.”
My eyelids fluttered closed at my dad’s declaration bouncing against my skull. Leaning against the wall, my skin burned from the cold, and I puffed out a thick sigh. The silence that followed was torture in itself, and my gut tightened into knots. An icy sweat slickened my skin, but there was no reason to be anx
ious.
Here, in this room, I had only two outcomes. I walk out or I don’t. All because my daddy decided it’d be a good idea to connive and try to move up the oiled pole.
“Is that your way of protecting your son from his own idiocy?” Aleksander queried in a dry tone. “As far as I’m concerned, the only person here that’s not heading for the chopping block today is Ophelia.”
The sound of my own name fired off signals in my brain, and I cracked my eyes open. Blearily glancing up, I bit my inner cheek.
Aleksander scoffed loudly, “Please, don’t insult me more than you already have,” he went on. “Don’t you think the Avernisk’s tried to give me information to save their own lives? It didn’t work, of course, but it made things go by quicker. I know Yysev pulled the trigger. It’d be even more impressive if he hit his actual target, not the body double.”
“Don’t take out our mist—“
Aleksander held up a hand to silence my dad, his lips twisting into a nasty sneer.
I felt so tired; there was absolutely no reason to say anything right now. Aleksander Makovich probably plotted out his course of action on the train to Moscow, long before we’d ever met in person. Despite however long it’d been, I still couldn’t wrap my head around what my parents had tried to do.
I mean, who tries to kill any Makovich, let alone the Patriarch, and fails?
“You’re going to kill us, so just do it. But I’d appreciate it if I could call my boyfriend and tell him I love him,” I finally spoke as my voice scratched my throat.
Those hard, brown eyes turned to me to flash in curiosity.
Straightening to smooth my shirt, I nodded more to myself than to him. The incredible sadness I felt only struck my eyes, the ache unbearable as I blinked hard. “If you’re not going to kill us in this room, I would like to call my boyfriend.”
“You’re thinking of that plokhaya krov’ at a time like this! Ophelia!”
My mother’s strangled hiss fell on deaf ears, as I held Aleksander’s gaze firmly.
Slowly, the spark of interest brightened in those dark eyes.
I knew—I knew I had no right to ask him anything, but this was better than pleading fruitlessly for my life. If the most powerful man in Russia wanted me dead, I was in no position to argue.
“Envre, your cell phone.”
She handed it to him. He then held my phone out to me.
Tears welled in my eyes at this and my throat tightened to block my lungs. My trembling intensified even as the cold vanished from my scope of comprehension. Shuffling across the room, I carefully reached for the smartphone offered to me.
Aleksander snatched it back slightly, almost playfully. He smirked grimly to thicken the goosebumps blanketing my skin. “Three minutes, Ophelia.”
“Three minutes.” For the first time, I let my mind wander to Sascha. His handsome, strong jaw, his thick beard that ruffled my hair when he drew me close. His bright, brown eyes twinkling whenever they caught mine. Taking the phone, I tapped in his number and closed my eyes to picture him.
Sascha… the love of my life; the man I wanted to hear my final words. If I truly was about to pay for the mistakes of my family, I needed him to know my heart was his. The ring on the line tightened my chest, as I struggled to breathe under the weight of what might very well be my final conversation with him.
And we couldn’t even have this talk face to face. How deplorable. My family despised Sascha; he wasn’t Russian born, but he’d lived in Russia almost all his life. He spoke our language, ate our food, taught at our universities…
“Dr. Matheson,” Sascha answered.
Leaning heavily against the wall, I stuffed my free hand into my mouth at the sound of Sascha’s voice. So deep, soft, but filled with confidence and authority.
“Hello?” he spoke again.
“Sascha—” I croaked hoarsely and sniffled hard as I wrapped my fingers around my throat. The action did nothing to relieve the burning, the pressure, and I licked my lips heavily. My face grew so hot, I exhaled stale air as dread roiled my stomach. “Sascha… I h-have to go, now.”
“Ophelia? What’s wrong? I’m worried about you…you haven’t taken any of my calls or anything for two days.”
The relief in his tone sent sharp, icy prickles down my sternum and I smiled sadly. Why did I ask to talk to him? I had no idea what to say now when he was on the phone. “I just want—I want you to know— Sascha, I love you so much—” My voice cracked harshly, and I sniffled viciously. “I love you.”
“What did your parents do this time, Oppie?” he asked.
A horrendous sob burst from my throat, and I practically threw the phone at Aleksander. Crumpling to pull my knees to my face, I covered my head and buried my hands in my hair. Blood drummed in my ears so loud that I couldn’t hear my own cries or ragged breaths. The sting in my throat intensified as my heart beat out of control. Why— why— why didn’t I accept Sascha’s offer to run away? We could’ve eloped and gone to America… we could’ve gotten away from my ugly family and been happy!
Tremors assaulted my spine as snot and tears stained my face and jeans. The heat in my face threatened to melt my cheeks as it seeped down my neck. After four years of trying to separate us, my parents finally succeeded. Now, though, there was no use for anger.
But this didn’t stop it from forming a dense, writhing ball in my chest, knocking my heart out of rhythm and squeezing my lungs until they were useless. Everyone around me was more concerned with their plans than my happiness. My mom and dad were more focused on where Sascha was born than what he grew up to be.
“Ophelia…” Aleksander’s called to me. He, at least, had the decency to look sad for me. “Let’s go.”
I swiped at my throbbing, reddened eyes with the back of my arm. Sniffling harshly, I struggled to stand, alone, even as Aleksander’s henchman flooded the room. Shouts and struggles were drowned under the ache in my head. Getting dragged out of the room, my parents and elder brother yelled and begged while I stayed silent. Like so many times before, the differences between us were obvious. I seemed to be the only one who could face reality.
When they decided this attempt on Vyachaslav Makovich’s life was a good idea, they’d sealed their fates. The only real issue for me was… I wasn’t involved at all. I didn’t know anything was going on behind the scenes. I’d been too caught up in Sascha and our life together to notice something was amiss. Maybe, because I didn’t want to shatter my beautiful moment— the unfiltered happiness that had filled me to bursting.
Only, now that happiness was gone, there was nothing but a void left. Unfillable, bottomless— empty.
2
Ophelia
“My father wants to kill everyone in your family.” Aleksander watched me with his hawk like gaze. “Are you upset because of what they did?”
I could only summon a slight nod. He’d been raised as the eldest Makovich to be power itself. In no feasible way did he care about the opinion of a small fish like myself when he was a shark whose teeth always grew back. “They’re stupid.” Licking my dry lips, I lifted my head.
Aleksander arched a brow quizzically.
My mouth dried at his calm demeanor— all the while I was falling apart. “What?”
“You’re not going to try to reason with me for your life?”
A soft scoff escaped my nose, but if he took offence, it didn’t show on his face. The darkness that slowed my mind became deeper, and I reached a trembling hand to my temple.
“Well, I suppose that does count for something.”
“I’m sure that unyielding attitude intimidates some people, but you didn’t kill all the Avernisk’s. You’re not gonna kill us all, either.” I sniffled as I spoke, “Whoever you keep alive… don’t expect much.”