Betrothed to the Badman (Russian Bratva Book 8)

by Hayley Faiman

  “Your reign is over, O’Neil,” I announce.

  He laughs, and I wonder if he’s gone fucking crazy as I slip my hand around Devyn’s waist to pull her close to me. “You think my crew will be loyal to you? That my children will be loyal to you?” he asks with a laugh.

  “They don’t have a choice. Our families are bridged by my marriage to Devyn. Your children don’t want to sell skin. They sure as fuck don’t want to be in bed with the Italians, either,” I inform him. He keeps laughing.

  “My children are worthless little fucks who wouldn’t know when to wipe their asses if I didn’t tell them to,” he snorts.

  “As their guns are pointed against your head,” I say, tipping my head to the side.

  “They won’t do fuckin’ shit, Vetrov,” he says, a smirk on his lips.

  “Were you going to give me to some other man?” Devyn asks, her voice strong yet soft.

  My eyes widen. Not only has she talked out of turn, but it’s the first time I’ve heard her even question her father.

  “What the fuck does it matter who I give you to? Your job is to spread your legs and take whatever man’s cock I decide,” Patrick clucks.

  I growl and try to grab onto Devyn tighter, but she slips from my grasp and starts to walk toward her father. He’s still immobilized by the guns pointed at his temple, so I allow her to get closer to him, waiting to see what she’s going to say.

  “You’re disgusting. You’re sick and disturbed. I married the man you asked me to, and I always did what you demanded of me. Not anymore. I’m not yours anymore,” she says, her voice never wavering.

  I can’t help the amount of pride that bubbles up in my chest at the sight of her standing up to her piece of shit father.

  “The fuck you aren’t,” Patrick shouts. “The day you came out of your mother’s whore cunt, you were mine to do with as I pleased.”

  Devyn lifts her hand, and everybody’s, including mine, eyes bug completely out of our heads. I didn’t feel her take my gun out of the waistband of my pants, and now she’s pointing it at her father’s forehead. It’s loaded, because my guns are always loaded. She leans in, but speaks loud enough for everyone to hear.

  “My mother was not a whore. You’re nothing but a washed up worthless piece of shit. You couldn’t be man enough to make any deals, to take over the territories you wanted, so you used your teenage daughter to do it for you,” she leans in a little more before she whisper-shouts, “You’re pathetic.”

  We all stand in shock as she cocks the gun and pulls the trigger.

  Blood sprays everywhere as we all watch her take one step back before she turns to face me.

  My cock goes hard, pressing against my zipper at the sight of her determined face and the fire in her eyes. She doesn’t look frightened or even upset that she’s just blown her father’s brains out. Whatever kind of man it makes me, I don’t know, but I’m completely turned on.

  She holds out the gun as she closes the distance between us, and I take it from her fingers. I shove it in the back of my pants as I resist pulling her into my body and fucking her right here in front of her brothers and my men.

  “Well, now that that’s settled,” Aidan mutters.

  “Anybody else have a problem with Aidan O’Neil taking over this area under Bratva rule?” I ask, never taking my eyes from Devyn’s.

  She’s still standing strong, though I anticipate the gravity of what’s just happened will soon weigh down on her once the shock wears off.

  “Yeah, I fucking do,” Patrick’s right hand says. Aidan raises his gun, shooting him in the head just like Devyn did to their father.

  “Anybody else have something to say?” Aidan asks. The room stays silent. “Good.”

  I don’t hear anything else that’s said after Shannon’s father, Rooney, is shot by Aidan. I just stand stoic and shocked at everything that’s happened. I killed my own father. Killed. Him. He’s dead. He’ll never breathe again. I’m trying to decide, in my own head, how much I really care about that and what kind of person it makes me.

  “Let’s get you cleaned up,” Timofei murmurs against my ear. I nod.

  Aidan’s eyes catch mine, and he lifts his chin in my direction. If I’m not mistaken, I see something akin to pride in his gaze, and it’s aimed toward me.

  Fei places his hand against my lower back and guides me toward the downstairs bathroom. I’m glad that he doesn’t try to take me up to my old bedroom.

  Though there was a time where I wanted everything that was inside to come with me to my new life, that time is over. My brother can burn it to the fucking ground for all I care. My entire childhood is something I wish to forget at this point.

  The bathroom door locks, and I look up into the mirror, but I don’t focus on myself. I focus on Timofei. I focus on his strong, bearded jaw, his blue eyes, and his straight nose. I focus on the way his blond hair still looks styled, even though its late, and this evening has been nothing short of insane.

  “When we’re home and it’s just us, then you can break down, devochka,” he mutters as he busies himself getting a wash cloth and wetting it beneath the sink.

  “I’m not going to break down,” I state. He turns me around, and his concerned gaze meets mine before he starts wiping blood from my face.

  “Have you ever killed a man before? Let alone a family member?” he asks as his eyes track his movements.

  “No.”

  Giving me a sad grin, he nods once before throwing the cloth in the sink. “Then you will assuredly breakdown, Devvy.”

  I’m unable to respond as he turns and opens the door, taking my hand in his before he gently tugs on me. I follow him out of the bathroom, past the hall into the living area, where there is a bunch of commotion, and then outside. It’s brighter than it was when I entered, and I look into the sky to see that the sun is beginning to rise.

  Fei helps me into the front seat of the car. I watch as he makes his way to the driver’s side, and wonder how Konstantin will get home. Everything around me is a blur, a complete fog.

  I wonder when this feeling will go away. This feeling of being on the outside looking in, as though all of this isn’t happening to me or that I wasn’t involved in anything that’s been happening around me the last several hours.

  “Devyn?” Timofei calls out as he drives toward the freeway onramp.

  I turn to him, and whatever he sees in my face causes him to change direction of the car. It doesn’t take me long to realize that he’s headed toward LaTourette Park, then he turns and goes in the direction of a sign that says High Rock Park. The parking lot is empty at this early hour, and he parks facing the wooded area.

  Without saying a word, he reaches over and unbuckles my seatbelt before he drags me over the center console of the car to straddle his hips.

  The dress I’m still wearing from yesterday rides up my hips as his hands slip up my thighs to wrap around my ass. He gives me a squeeze before one of his hands leaves and wraps around the side of my neck. His eyes stay connected to mine, and his expression is serious.

  “I shouldn’t tell you how fucking sexy you looked with that gun in your hand. The way you completely took control,” he whispers into the quiet car.

  I smile with trembling lips

  He gently pulls my face a bit closer to his and brushes his lips across mine. “So fucking sexy, devochka.” His hips shift, and I feel his hard length press against my center. “You feel what you do to me? You had fire in your eyes—fuck, Devvy, and you didn’t even fucking blink,” he growls.

  I lean forward and press my lips against his, shifting my hips to feel his cock against my panty covered clit. When it hits the perfect spot, I moan as I drop my head back and grip his shoulders. I pant as his lips brush across my collarbone to the swells of my breasts, and I grip him even tighter, wishing that he would go lower.

  “I’m going to fuck you, Devyn. I’m going to fuck my strong Bratva wife,” he growls as he moves both hands to the sides of my pan
ties and rips them off of me, shredding them before he tosses them to the side.

  He tugs my dress down, grabbing onto the top of my bra at the same time. He releases my breasts before his mouth sucks one of my nipples in deep. My hands fly up, one to the back of his head and the other to his shoulder while I arch and press my chest closer to him, needing everything his mouth is offering me.

  “Take my cock out, devochka,” he rasps against my wet breast before he licks my nipple and flicks it with his tongue.

  I don’t hesitate as I unbutton and unzip his pants. Reaching beneath his boxer briefs, I grab onto his hard length and gently stroke him as he moves to my other breast. I shove his pants and boxers as far down as the restrictions of the car allow before releasing him.

  He doesn’t allow me to position myself over him or take him inside of me. He bites down on my nipple as he guides himself inside before wrapping his hands around my waist and tugging me completely down. Timofei’s cock stretches me, and I let out a gasp before I moan at the sensation of his mouth on my breast and his dick filling me.

  He thrusts roughly, while his hands are still wrapped around my waist. He guides my body’s movements the way he wants, the rhythm he desires from me. “Hold your tits out for me, Devvy,” he murmurs as his tongue peaks out and he tastes his bottom lip.

  I place my shaky hands at the bottom of my breasts, cupping them as I lean forward slightly so they’re at the level of his mouth. I want his mouth on them. My body is hot, and I need him. I suck in a breath when he bites down on one of my nipples again, almost hard enough to draw blood. The slight pain mixed with the enormous amount of pleasure from his cock causes me to shiver.

  One of his hands moves from my waist to slip between us, and he presses his thumb against my clit. “Fei, oh, god,” I moan. His eyes look up at me from my chest, and I can feel his grin against my skin.

  “Is my Bratva wife going to come?” he murmurs. His voice is muffled, but I can hear him in the silence of the car.

  “God, yes,” I whimper.

  He chuckles. “Come all over me. Fucking soak me, devochka,” he groans.

  I pick up my pace, my body knowing it has permission now to find my release, and I don’t hesitate as I go on the hunt for it. A few seconds later, I can feel my belly curl, and I know that I’m right there. I’m on the cusp, on the edge, and it’s going to be magnificent.

  Timofei lifts one of my breasts slightly and then bites down just on the underside. That’s all it takes before I cry out with my release. My legs shake and my body vibrates uncontrollably.

  Timofei thrusts inside of me until he moans and his come fills my body. “Fuck,” he hisses against my skin before he releases his tight grip on me and leans back against his seat.

  “Fei?” I murmur.

  One of his hands presses between my breasts at the center of my chest, and I can feel his cock softening inside of me before he speaks. “You were made just for me, Devyn. Every piece of you fits so perfectly. Not just your body, but you, all of you Devvy. I know that you’ll come down from this day and you’ll crash. You’ll feel the death of your father, and it will haunt you. But I also know that you’re so fucking strong and that you realize exactly what was at stake. You know why you did what you did.”

  “For you, for me, and for us,” I whisper.

  “Fuck yes,” he states before he leans in and presses his lips against mine, not kissing me but just breathing. “I love you, Devyn. I fucking love you, devochka moya.”

  I gasp at his words, but he doesn’t let me respond as he fills my mouth with his tongue, kissing me until I’m a complete puddle above him. I press closer to him as his hands slide up my back and hold me tightly.

  “I love you so much,” I whisper.

  “Nobody will ever take you from me, Devvy. You’re mine. My wife. My lover,” he growls.

  We disengage from each other and I close my eyes, crashing from my adrenaline rush and satisfied from our car sex session. When the car stops, my eyes flutter open, and I’m surprised that we aren’t in front of our apartment building.

  “Why are we here?” I ask, looking at the house in front of us. Timofei is buying it, the castle-house, I like to call it.

  “It closed escrow yesterday, and we’re not going back to the apartment. I ordered some mattresses so we can sleep today. Maybe you and Ashley can get together and decorate it,” he murmurs.

  “Fei,” I whisper as I turn to him with tears shining in my eyes.

  “You never have to go back to that apartment again, devochka. This is our home now.” I launch myself over the center console, and I wrap him in my arms. Kissing his jaw and cheek as I thank him.

  “I love you, Fei,” I whisper into his neck.

  “And I you, devochka.”

  I LEAVE DEVYN SLEEPING in our new home, a full guard surrounding her, and a full crew installing the security measures I’ve required. My father always had top of the line security, but he, along with my mother, was too comfortable. He became too careless. I can’t let that happen again. I’ve already been too cocky that my apartment building was safe, and Devyn was almost taken straight from under my nose.

  Not again.

  Never again.

  I have shit to handle today, and I need to be one hundred percent certain that she’s safe, especially since her family is the shit I have to handle today.

  First, I have to go to the two guards who Callum paid off. While I would love to spend all day torturing them, I don’t have the fucking time. I hurry toward the metal building where I know they’re being kept.

  “These pathetic fucks are the ones who decided a few dollars were more important than the safety of my wife, of my queen?” I ask as I walk toward them.

  They’re naked and hanging from hooks in the ceiling. Konstantin stands behind them, a cigarette dangling from his lips. “Looks to be it, boss,” he grunts. I’m surprised to see him smoking but shrug it off.

  I take my gun from my waistband and point it at them. One cries out, something about his wife. “Maybe I use your wife as a whore, the way O’Neil was planning to use mine,” I smile. His eyes widen in obvious fear and that’s the moment I fill his useless body with bullets.

  “What about you? Any last words?” I ask the other one.

  He shakes his head as worthless tears fall from his eyes. I fill his body with bullets as well. Their deaths aren’t as satisfying as I would have wished, but I have shit to do.

  “Ready?” I ask Konstantin.

  He throws his cigarette down and grinds it with the toe of his shoe into the concrete. “Cleanup crew is waiting outside. I’m heading to Devyn now.”

  Together, we walk out and take separate cars. “Take care of my wife.”

  “Always,” he calls out.

  My Bugatti makes quick work of taking me toward the destination.

  Dominik and Yakov meet me at Patrick O’Neil’s home, the place where everything went down just a few short hours ago. The cars that were parked up and down the street in the middle of the night are there, plus there are even more now.

  Apparently, news has traveled quickly.

  I park in the driveway. Dominik pulls in behind me, and I slip my jacket on, checking my gun in my waistband and the two I have in my shoulder holsters as well. I also have a switchblade knife in my pocket, just in case. It’s better to be prepared then to be caught with nothing but your dick in your hand.

  “Aidan O’Neil swore his fidelity?” Yakov asks as he stretches his neck.

  “Said he would welcome being under the Bratva umbrella,” I explain.

  Yakov grunts before he murmurs. “We’ll see how trustworthy he is. The father wasn’t.”

  We walk into the home without knocking, knowing that there will be dozens of men wandering around, which is exactly the case. No one stops us as we make our way further into the home. I don’t bother going into the living room, where the action happened last night. I assume that Aidan will be where I would be, in his father’s offic
e.

  There, is Aidan, sitting behind his father’s desk, rifling through paperwork.

  “Aidan,” I murmur as I clear my throat, walking over the threshold. He doesn’t look up immediately, letting out a heavy sigh before he does.

  “How is my sister?” he asks.

  That’s when I know that I’ve done the right thing by backing him. He’s worried about Devyn, her wellbeing, and not himself, his crew, or whatever else is about to happen.

  “Good. I left her fully protected and asleep,” I explain. He nods.

  I watch as he leans back in his chair and steeples his fingers together, pressing them against his lips. “My father has his hand in a lot of cookie jars. I’m afraid that he already started cooperating, talking to, and even trading guns with the Cartel. I’m at a loss of what to do. If I cut their supply off completely, it could be a fucking disaster for us. We are definitely not in a position to go to war with them.”

  “They have a new El Patron then?” I ask, arching a brow.

  My brother-in-law cut the previous one’s head off in his own bed. I was there. I watched him carry that fucking head around in a box until he delivered it to my father.

  “Yeah, a guy from here, actually. Went down and took over. Patrick supplied dope to some Aryans, but it doesn’t look like he’s done that in a while; a few years at least.”

  I snort, because word has it the Notorious Devil’s sent those crazy fucks completely underground, if there are even any left. “Aryan’s are a non-issue at this point. The Cartel probably is, too. They’re pretty fucking weak and still rebuilding from the loss of their previous El Patron. I think your focus should be on building up what your father neglected.”

  “Yeah,” he nods and runs his hand over his face. “And the Italians.” I grunt, the fucking Italians.

  “Set up a meet with the Italians—the boss, not the second. We all go and school them on how the plans have changed and what exactly Patrick was playing at. If they aren’t understanding of the situation, then we’ll deal with them however we need to,” I suggest. “One thing is for damn fucking sure, I’m not handing Devyn over to anyone.”