Andrei


    Most men the day after their wedding are probablyatose from all the fucking they got done. Not me. Nope. My little virgin bride was still fucking pure.


    She’d been shaking like a leaf when I finally finished in the bathroomst night. The bed had shaken like it was on vibration or something.


    Raping women was not one of my skills.


    I didn’t want to start my marriage off by forcing my wife to take my dick. Even though Ivan expected it.


    He was my boss, my Pakhan, the leader of the Volkov Bratva-the reason I’m one of the six men he trusted to control this State. Running a hand down my face, I stare out the car window, heading right back to my ce where I had business to deal with.


    Ivan had been present at my wedding. Of course he had. He’d been the one to change Bethany to Adide. There was no way I could have gone against him, even though Adide wasn’t fit for this world.


    She didn’t understand the life she’d just entered. Likest night, Bethany would have enjoyed me fucking her. She’d have relished being part of the Volkov Bratva, the most feared Russian mob ever to rule the States. Ivan had taken us all into a new era. He changed the rules, adapted them to suit himself. It made me smile just thinking about it.


    Life as a brigadier wasn’t easy. Ruling over a state came with a great deal of problems, and enemies. My life was constantly in danger. It’s why I had soldiers all around me. Every single one of us brigadiers had to. There were too many men and women who wanted us dead.


    A little sniffle drew my attention to my wife. Adide was pressed as far away from me as any woman could get. I’d been the perfect gentleman to herst night, apart from the knife I’d used to rid her body of that awful dress.


    At times during our wedding, she looked like she couldn’t breathe, the poor thing. Her tits looked close to bursting out of the dress, but then our wedding had been designed with me and Bethany in mind. Not much had changed.


    It would have been like swapping the bride only, which was what happened at Ivan’s request.


    Bethany had been a slut, she still was a slut. I’d not been marrying her for her purity. Ivan had seen an opportunity with her parents, and, well, a union seemed to be the most ideal. They wanted money and power. Ivan had both in plenty supply. A deal was struck and the cost was a daughter, a marriage, a union that couldn’t end in divorce.


    ncing over at Adide, I wondered if she realized her purity days would be over soon. Not only did I have her hand in marriage, but Ivan, the bastard, had informed me today that part of the agreement was a child within two years. She had to have a son or daughter inside her within two years to start the next generation of the Volkov Bratva.


    I didn’t need to point out to him that for the line to continue, he needed to father children. There was a great deal I didn’t know about Ivan.


    Unlike vik, one of the few brigadiers I knew, I’d not grown up with him. I wasn’t entirely sure of the history, but Ivan and vik grew up together. I’m not sure where or how, seeing as both men were cast out of their families in some way. Like myself. My father couldn’t stand to have me around. Ever since I was a boy, my father hated me. He would find any reason to take the belt or the boot to me. Many a night I was curled up on the floor, alone and bleeding at the mercy of the elements because he couldn’t stand me.


    After a severe beating, he’d toss me into the kennels where he kept the dogs. They were just as abused as I was, and so never attacked me. Sometimes he’d starve them and then go after me, making me bleed, in the hope of them eating me.


    It never happened. Why? I fucking fed them, the stupid cunt. I was stupid. My father hated that about me. I figured out his n to try and get rid of me. If I died because of the dogs, he could pass it off as some freak ident, kill the dogs as if to avenge my death, and he’d be fine and in the clear. Even before Ivan took over, the previous Pakhan didn’t like when his brigadiers murdered children without his permission.


    With the starved dogs failing, I overheard the n he had. He was going to throw me into the dog kennels, and then one of his soldiers would take me out in the woods, force me in the dead of night to dig my own grave, and then kill me. If I disappeared, it could look like a kidnapping attempt.


    Hearing what they nned, I ran. I ran so fucking hard that my feet were all torn up. I unleashed the dogs as well, and guess what, motherfucker? I was their goddamn alpha, not my dad. We ran, and we survived. That’s what we did.


    I became a man of the streets. The killer. The monster. I took that anger he’d built inside me, and I allowed it to blossom. I didn’t give up or give in. I used it to be the man I am today.


    When I heard of Ivan Volkov wreaking havoc, bringing down the old Bratva, I knew I had to side with him. Seeking him out had been easy. Swearing my loyalty had been a piece of cake, but earning his trust had taken a lot longer.


    Ivan was a good man. He was evil, a monster to all those that crossed him, but he was fair and just. He was everything my father wasn’t.


    “How long?” Adide asked.


    I nce over at her and notice the odd way she’s pressing her thighs together. “Why?”


    “No reason.”


    “Don’t lie.”


    “I … I need to use the bathroom. Please.”


    My driver, Leo, raised his brow at me. He knew I didn’t like unnned stops. I nod my head letting him know he can find a safe location to let my wife out to go to the damn toilet.


    Her family had already been waiting for us when we made it down this morning. Adide had gone straight to the coffee, not eating a single thing, just drinking caffeine. She hadn’t slept at allst night, and I should know, I’d been lying in the bed beside her, watching her, waiting. The moment the sun began to rise, she was the first one out of bed.


    Two minutester, Leo brought the car to a stop outside a diner. Half of the sign was missing so it spelled IER. This was not a ce I would stop.


    “I’ll only be a minute,” Adide said. Her hand reached for the door.


    I grabbed her arm, tugging her against me. “Don’t ever get out of the car unless I say so. Understand?”


    Her eyes went wide and she jerked her head, letting me know she understood. I highly doubted it, but I didn’t scold her anymore. She would have to learn on the job. She was now a Bratva wife. Going out into the world was no longer as easy as it once was.


    Leo was already out of the car, on guard, as he opened my door. Climbing out, I had one hand at the base of my back, waiting. I still held my wife, firmly, and without waiting, I marched her into the diner.


    It wasn’t busy, and Leo was already at the counter, talking to the man who was wiping out a ss. The scent of greasy food was heavy in the air.


    I didn’t eat in ces like this, not for a long time. Living on the streets, I’d find odd jobs working in diners like this. After the first few weeks of running away, my father had sent some of his men to look for me, but I had a way of hiding in in sight. Changing my hair and dress, I’d been able to blend in.


    It also helped that I’d been a skinny kid. Someone people nced over, but never took the time to care about. I’d used it to my advantage. Over the years, I’de close to the previous Bratva men and I’d been so tempted to kill for them, but it was only when I joined with Ivan that I’d allowed myself the pleasure. The moment Ivan said I could, I did, and I relished it.


    Killing was in my blood. It called to my soul.


    “I can go on my own,” Adide said.


    Ignoring her, I shoved her into the bathroom. It had a single toilet, and there was writing all over the walls from previous customers. The ce was a dump, no doubt about it.


    Her face was a pretty shade of red. I wasn’t used to being around women who blushed so easily.


    “Pee,” I said.


    “No. I can’t go with you watching.”


    “Then you don’t have to go.” I reached out to her but she stepped back, her shaking hands going to the belt of her jeans. “Could you at least look away?”


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    “I … I know it’s natural and all that, but it’s not something you need to see.”


    I stared at her.


    “Please,” she said.


    I wasn’t turning around.


    Her jaw clenched and she lowered herself to the toilet, after she cleaned it. She squirmed. Didn’t she realize I found her reaction to my presence amusing? I wasn’t going to tell her.


    Adide was interesting. I’d never met another woman like her. The women I knew were only after money and position. They liked my wealth and status. Bethany had asked me endless questions about what being my wife would mean. Could she get away with murder? Could she have a ve? Could she kill? The woman was an evil bitch, much like her parents. Their only desire had been for what they could get out of life. Adide asked for nothing. She didn’t even beg for her own safety.


    I’m aware she wasn’t given a choice in being my wife, and I ept that. She wasn’t here of her own free will, but she wouldn’t get the option of going anywhere else. I owned her. She was my wife, and the only way out was by death.


    Adide peed and I was shocked that she was very desperate to go. The coffee had needed a way out. Her face was bright red by the time she finished. I could have fried an egg on her cheeks with how flushed she looked, even as she wiped. She wiggled back into her clothes as if she had a choice of keeping her nakedness from me.


    Two years. Two years to put my baby inside her without raping her.


    Adide couldn’t even look at me. Her hands were constantly shaking. The ring decorating her finger was toorge. It was a statement ring, a brand of ownership.


    She was mine and I wasn’t going to give her back.