Total pages in book: 33
Estimated words: 30437 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 152(@200wpm)___ 122(@250wpm)___ 101(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 30437 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 152(@200wpm)___ 122(@250wpm)___ 101(@300wpm)
Anastasia Babkin defied her family and refused to marry a cruel man. As punishment, she was thrown out, forced to live on her own, far away from the Bratva. She knew the risks. It was why she stayed all alone.
When Dmitriy was sent, he didn’t kill her. Instead, he kept her safe. He felt nothing for no one, until he met Anastasia. She was unlike other women. She was different, and he couldn’t bring himself to kill her.
The orders from Gnesin didn’t sit well with Dmitriy. When he demands a meeting, and it goes silent, he knows something is wrong. When the enemy comes hunting him down, it's only a matter of time before the Bratva falls.
Anastasia doesn’t know who ordered the kill on her family. She has fallen in love with her savior. But, will they be able to survive? Is the leader of the Bratva still alive? Will he let them live? Or is it just one big betrayal?
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Chapter One
Dmitriy Fedulov glanced down at his cell phone and gritted his teeth. Nikolai Gnesin was pushing on his last nerve. If he wasn’t careful, all the soldiers and people that followed him would turn on him, as he now wanted the Thompsons completely annihilated. In the last six months, that would be the fifth family his boss wanted eradicated. This started with the Babkins.
He was no stranger to death or to killing. It was his job. For as long as he could remember, he had killed. He had killed his own parents, but they had been sick fucks and deserved every ounce of pain. There were rumors he was a man who could not feel pain. That he had no feelings. He was worse than the Devil, because at least the Devil showed mercy.
Up until six months ago, Dmitriy had never shown any kind of mercy. He was told who to kill, and that was exactly what he did. He killed without mercy and without remorse. He got the job done.
That all changed when he was given the order to remove the Babkins. There was nothing special about the Babkin family. They were quite large, and when it was annihilation, that meant from the head of the family down to the child. Again, it didn’t bother him to do just that. Only, there was a tiny detail he had never told anyone.
Anastasia Babkin.
She was nothing special, at least he hadn’t thought so. A few years ago, he had seen her at a few parties. She didn’t mingle and stood in her own little corner, trying to be as invisible as possible, which made her different to other women her age. At the time, she had been eighteen, and she wasn’t eighteen anymore.
Rumor had it she embarrassed her father and as a result, she was cast out. One day, she simply stopped coming to parties, or even appearing as a family member. For all intents and purposes, she was an outcast.
He shouldn’t have been curious. In fact, he shouldn’t have even cared. Nothing involved with the Gnesin Bratva was his business. It was as simple as that.
Only, he hadn’t let it go.
Instead, he had gone looking for Anastasia. What he discovered had surprised him. She wasn’t living on the streets, but surviving. She had gotten a nine-to-five job at a local artisan supermarket, and in her free time worked at a kennel. She had a small apartment, nothing flashy, and she didn’t have a constant stream of boyfriends. Anastasia had left the life, and Dmitriy found it peaceful to just sit back and watch her.
Then the order had come in.
Death.
He should have killed her. For a few days, if not a whole week, he had wrestled with this decision. He could have left it. Pretended to have killed her, but instead he told Gnesin the job was done, and she was dead. Then he stole her in the night, kidnapped her, took her to one of his secure locations, and told her that her life was in his hands. Since then, he had been taking care of her. He continued to do his job. No one was the wiser.
He didn’t have feelings about anyone. Dmitriy kept expecting the tide to turn, for him to realize the error of his ways, and just get the job done. Kill her. It was what needed to be done. Only, he wasn’t doing it. Far from it.
He liked going home. Anastasia was ... perfect. She was peaceful, and she didn’t make any demands. But there was also the problem that he wanted her.
She was twenty-five years old, had her whole life ahead of her. He could have any woman he wanted, but he couldn’t bring himself to be with anyone else. There was only one woman he wanted, and it was driving him crazy to be the perfect gentleman.
Gripping his cell phone tightly, he reread the message, which was clear. Another family was on the chopping block, and the one thing he had come to know about Gnesin was if he didn’t get the job done soon, there would be a problem. He would hire amateurs.
Something wasn’t right with Gnesin. People whispered it was drugs. Others said he was going crazy.
The Gnesin Bratva was feared. The members were loyal, and not because he killed them all, and everyone lived in fear. At least, he fucking hoped it wasn’t.
He ran a hand down his face. Something had to be done. At this rate, there wasn’t going to be a Bratva. Taking out bloodlines wiped out generations of people following the Gnesin rule. In the past six months, his wealth had started to deplete.
Dmitriy rarely saw him. Most of his communication was done via cell phone, and right now, it was starting to piss him off. Pulling out his cell phone, he made a response, demanding an audience with Gnesin, and once he did that, he waited one single minute and was surprised not to get a response. There was not going to be any more killing until he talked to Gnesin himself. He was done making the Gnesin Bratva weak.