by K. J. Dahlen
Table of Contents
Title Page
SERGI
CREDITS
NOTE FROM THE AUTHOR
MESSAGE FROM K.J. DAHLEN
DESCRIPTION
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
SERGI
Book Eleven
SPECIAL EDITION
Bratva Blood Brothers
CREDITS
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K.J. Dahlen
SERGI
Book Eleven
Bratva Blood Brothers Series
SPECIAL EDITION
Copyright © 2019 K.J. Dahlen Books
Editor: Leanore Elliott
Book Design & Cover: Wicked Muse
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MESSAGE FROM K.J. DAHLEN
Sergi Book Eleven in the Bratva Blood Brother Series…
This book was never planned as part of the series until fans placed it there. By mass request in my reader’s group at Facebook, you all pleaded for Sergi’s story.
So here is part of Sergi Constantine’s life, as the fans were asking for.
I love all of you so much… my loyal readers who followed me anywhere, just like you all promised.
Thank you for making it possible for me to continue to write these stories.
K.J. Dahlen
DESCRIPTION
Bratva Book #11
Sergi
I was taking power of the Bratva when I met her. I…Sergi Constantine became leader of one of the most powerful organizations in the world.
My son was almost grown and I wanted something for myself.
I found that something with her for at least a little while, then one day—she was gone.
I never knew why but I couldn’t forget her all this time.
Then I found her again, and she blew my world apart.
Anita
I was young and in Russia for a job when I met him. He was older and wiser and if anyone knew—I was with him— I could lose everything I held dear.
But that didn’t stop me from seeing him, that summer he stole my heart.
When I left him…I took a piece of him with me. I could never tell him about our son.
Then I saw him again, and the fear in my heart was very real, but so was the love I still had for the Bravta leader known as Sergi Constantine.
This man oozed power and danger and I’m caught right in the middle.
The truth will come out now, so let the chips fall where they may, I could still lose everything, but Sergi might be there to catch me when I fall.
Chapter One
Sergi stood at the window with a drink in his hand looking out over the city below him. Lights glowed everywhere. Red lights, white lights green lights and blue lights. Traffic was still busy now, as it had been earlier. New York City was one of the few cities in the world that never slept.
He was due to leave in a few days to back to his own city that never slept ‒ Moscow. Even half way around the world, the energy of this city could be felt by him. He looked out into the night and his eyes narrowed as a random thought slipped into his consciousness. Was she out there somewhere? Was she safe? Did she ever miss him the same way he missed her? Did she even remember him after all this time?
Sergi sighed as he shook his head. After his wife, Tasha died when Misha was a young child he thought he’d be alone the rest of his life. He wasn’t a man to throw away his life on meaningless women. He preferred to have one woman in his life at a time and he had loved Tasha. It took him a long time to get over losing her, he busied himself in raising his son and gaining his place in the Bratva. Back then, that was all he could think about.
Oh, he had his dalliances but he never gave more than expected. He always made that very clear to his partners. He couldn’t afford to marry the wrong woman back then, so he stayed away from the females he thought he could make a new life with. By the time Misha was grown and off on his own, he would be ready to find himself a new wife, a wife who could appreciate the life he led.
Instead, he found her—Anita. He found her quite by accident but he’d never regretted it. He saw her in the park and was immediately struck by her beauty. She was like a breath of fresh air in the coldness of the winter around them.
Dragotsennyy… The word kept repeating in his head as he took her all in.
She was dressed in a white winter coat that day, her long dark hair contrasted and stood out with the white of her coat and the snow all around her. Her cheeks were reddened by the cold air around them but her teal colored eyes were full of wonder as she looked around. The park was right in the middle of ancient Russian buildings, buildings that had been built in the last century. She stood there staring at them in amazement.
Sergi had been so used to the old structures that he no longer saw their beauty. To him, they were part of the city, a reminder of Russia
’s past. But he watched her awe as she gazed around at the part of his history that couldn’t be denied.
Without thinking, he stepped closer to her.
A little startled, she turned to look at him.
He was dressed is an overcoat to ward off the winter’s cold and a black mink Cossack hat. He knew he looked good as he mostly was an imposing figure. Tall and broad, his shoulders filled his coat rather well. His trench coat came down to mid calf and was closed against the raw winter winds. Even at forty-three, he was still a fine figure of a man.
Her eyes widened when she saw him. She stopped and stared at him.
Sergi thought her reaction was completely adorable as he boldly walked up to her. He smiled at her and saw her eyes widen further. “Hello.”
“Hello,” she whispered back.
“I see you are enjoying our beautiful city.” He nodded.
“Yes, I am. This is my first trip here and it’s like a dream come true for me.”
“Oh and why is that?” he asked.
She blushed but wouldn’t answer his question. Instead, she looked away.
She didn’t look back until he said, “Look at me.”
She turned her head to find him standing closer to her than before.
“Will you allow me to show you my city?” he whispered.
“But I don’t know you.”
He smiled. “I’m Sergi.”
“Hi Sergi.” She blushed red. “I’m Anita.”
Sergi chuckled. Her response to his flirting impressed him. He thought the blush was charming. “Well, now that we know each other’s names, Anita will you allow me to show you my city?”
“Ok.” She still looked a little insure.
Sergi knew this must be hard for her to accept this from a stranger. “I am a very reputable man.” He gazed right into her eyes. “I will not hurt you. This, I vow.”
Anita took a long moment to study his face.
Sergi smiled inwardly at her perusal. He hoped she believed him. It was all true. Yes, he ran The largest Russian Crime Organization in the world, but he never hurt innocents. This one here…oh yes, truly innocent.
Finally, he held out his elbow and when she laid her hand on the crock of his elbow, he felt the heat from her fingers through the layers of his clothing. He frowned and looked to where her fingers were. He shouldn’t have been able to feel anything but he had.
He gripped her tighter and they walked down the street. They toured the city while Sergi showed her all the tourist sites and a few that weren’t known. He intended to give her the best of his city and when they were having tea at a café, he began asking her about her life.
Anita tucked a strand of hair behind her ear and shrugged. “I work for a private company and I’m here as a translator for my boss. I happen to speak Russian and he doesn’t.”
Sergi stiffened for a moment. “And what is your boss here for? What business is he representing?”
Anita looked at him uncertainly. “I’m not sure I can say. It wouldn’t help his cause if word got out about what he does.”
Sergi nodded. “Of course. So many people come here thinking to get a piece of the pie now that the wall has come down between our countries, that we are a little skeptical of brewing business deals.”
“You are a business man then?” she asked as she sipped her tea.
Sergi shrugged. “You could call me that, I guess.”
When she didn’t ask what business he was in, he expanded his statement a little, “I am part of the structure of the government here. I keep my thumb on the pulse of the city.”
Anita nodded but didn’t say anything. She could sense a hint of danger surrounding this man and the more time she spent with him the more she felt it. But she felt something else too. She was comfortable with him even though she felt he was keeping something from her. “Can I ask you something?”
Sergi nodded. “I may not be able answer your question, but you can ask.”
“Who are you? Really?” she asked. “I mean I don’t know the first thing about you, other than your first name but I know I feel safe with you. I don’t normally go off with just anyone but when we met, I knew I was safe with you.”
Sergi looked pleased that she trusted him as he answered, “I am just a man. No more, no less. Anyone who calls themselves a man wouldn’t hurt a woman or child. Only cowards would hurt someone weaker and smaller than themselves.”
“I wish all men thought the same way you do,” Anita mumbled under her breath. She knew what that felt like all too well.
“Today’s Russia is vastly different than what it used to be. Some of it is not a good change but for the most part its still good. As with any country that opens its borders to the rest of the world, there are some who take advantage of the situation. We or I, take steps to stop people from taking advantage of our countries resources.”
Anita kept her silence. She wasn’t sure what he was trying to say but she knew what her boss was doing here. He might not consider her boss’s interest a good change. He was hoping to get what he wanted without going through the regular channels but that wasn’t the only thing she was here for. She was here to visit the place her family used to have here and hopefully, learn the truth of what caused her grandfather to run from his homeland.
The way her grandfather told the story…he was run out of Russia by the Bratva for a crime he didn’t commit. A crime that could have cost him his life if he hadn’t run away in the middle of the night. He had to flee across the seas with his family and settle down in a land unknown to him.
Her own father had been a young man at the time and he hadn’t wanted to go but he hadn’t had a choice. He and his father were often at odds with each other and no one would tell her why. She had hoped to find the truth. She’d been caught in the middle between two powerful men and she loved them both but there was something neither of them talked about, some secret they never spoke about. Something happened here in Russia a very long time ago. And she’d wanted to know what that was.
So, she had come to Russia to find the truth.
She looked over at the man sitting across from her. He older than her and his head was clean shaven. But he was a very striking man. When he removed his hat as they sat down she had been startled by his lack of hair but the more she was with him the less she cared. It looked good on him. He was an imposing man with his chiseled cheek bones and hawk like dark eyes. Eyes that seemed to be aware of everything going on wherever he was.
She shivered at the hint of danger surrounding him. She knew he could be a bad boy type but for now that part of him was hidden by the hint of respectability. She had to wonder why he picked her out to spend the day with. Didn’t the man work at all?
Anita suddenly felt bereft. She would have missed meeting him if he’d just walked past her this morning instead of stopping and speaking to her the way he did. She glanced over at him and found him looking back at her. “I’m sorry, am I keeping you from your job? I guess I didn’t realize I was monopolizing your time today. I loved exploring the city with you, I just didn’t want it to end. That was very selfish of me.”
Sergi smiled slowly. “Not at all, I, too, enjoyed the day and didn’t want it to end.”
Anita smiled. “Does it have to end?” she asked softly.
Sergi stared at her for a moment. “No it doesn’t have to end quite yet, if that is your wish.” He got to his feet and put his coat and hat on. Holding out his hand to her, he waited while she got her things on. Then taking her hand he led her to the nearest taxi.
Giving the man behind the wheel an address, Sergi gave her a smile.
Anita felt a surge of excitement giving her butterflies. She was twenty- four and still a virgin. She didn’t know where he was taking her but she was more than ready for what she hoped was coming. This was the type of man who knew what he was about. So confident so assured. She felt safe with him.
Anita had the next two days off and she admitted to herself that she was ho
ping to spend in his arms.
Chapter Two
When Sergi opened his front door and allowed her inside his home, he wondered if this was really, what she wanted. He watched her closely as she looked around his home. Her eyes were wide with awe but he didn’t think it was for the number of possessions he had, instead he got the idea it was for the history of his home. The timber in the high ceilings and the wood grain of his floors were impressive. His home told her a lot about the type of man he was.
“It’s beautiful,” she whispered in awe.
“Most find it a bit intimidating,” Sergi informed her.
“Oh, yes. It could be viewed as that but to me, it speaks of a deep seated pride you have in your country. It tells me you’re Russian and very proud to be exactly what and who you are.”
Sergi stood still for a moment to take this in. This was indeed true. He liked the way she summed him up all in one sentence. He took off his coat and hat and pulled her into his arms. When his mouth crushed down on hers, it seemed to take Anita by surprise. When she melted in his arms, Sergi felt lust rush through his veins as he pushed her coat off her shoulders. “I want you,” he whispered as he broke their kiss. “
“I want you too.” She nibbled on his strong neck.
“Please tell me you are old enough to give me what I want.” He pulled back to look at her.
Anita blushed red. “Yes, I’m old enough, are you man enough?” she quipped.
“Da, I am man enough.” He growled as he swept her into his arms and strode down the hall to his bedroom. He threw her on his bed and fell on top of her. Smothering on her mouth again with his, he took her breath away. Tearing her clothes off, he bared her body to his eyes.
She was a small woman but she wasn’t a thin woman, she had curves. Curves that were driving him wild. Thin women did absolutely nothing for him but this woman? This woman was exactly what he desired. Her breasts were large and fit into his hands like they were made for them. Her belly felt soft to the touch and looked slightly rounded but that only made her more desirable in his eyes. Her hips flared out and her thighs were strong and taut. He couldn’t believe how desirable she was to him. Many women here offered themselves up daily and he’d mostly felt no interest at all. But he couldn’t take his eyes off her since the minute he first saw her. He tore his own clothing off to join her in bed.
