Bratva Prince

Bratva Prince T J MAGUIRE Contents Follow T J Maguire AUTHOR NOTE Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10 Chapter 11 Chapter 12 Chapter 13 Chapter 14 Chapter 15 Chapter 16 Chapter 17 Chapter 18 Chapter 19 Chapter 20 Chapter 21 Chapter 22 Chapter 23 Chapter 24 Chapter 25 Chapter 26 Chapter 27 Chapter 28 Chapter 29 Chapter 30 Chapter 31 Chapter 32 Chapter 33 Chapter 34 Chapter 35 Chapter 36 Chapter 37 Chapter 38 Chapter 39 Chapter 40 Chapter 41 Chapter 42 Chapter 43 T J Maguire Bratva Bride Copyright T J Maguire 2023 All Rights Reserved No part of this book may be reproduced, stores in a retrieval system or transmitted in any form by any means, without prior authorization in writing of the author, nor can it be otherwise circulated in any form of binding or cover other than that which it is published and without a similar condition, including this condition, being imposed on the subsequent purchaser. All characters and places in this publication other than those clearly in the public domain are fictitious, and any resemblance of actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. Cover design: Dark Ink Designs Editing: BLD Creative Formatted by: Dark Ink Designs Follow T J Maguire Goodreads Instagram TikTok To all my supporters, Thank you so much for believing in me. It truly means everything. If you’re in any way related to me, please don’t read chapters 5, 12, 21, 25, 28 and 35. Trust me on this. AUTHOR NOTE Before you continue, please be advised that this book has a content warning. If you are a sensitive reader, please proceed with caution. -Extreme violence -Harsh language -Graphic sexual scenes -Talk of sexual abuse -Torture scenes -Primal play Chapter One I checked the chamber of my gun, pulling the slide back just far enough to glimpse the bullet in the chamber before letting it go with a click. I adjusted my grip, holding it firmly in my hands with the barrel pointed towards the two-story house a few miles away. I steadied my breathing, taking a few deep breaths to calm myself down despite the anger coursing through my veins. My baby sister is in there. From the moment she was born, it has been my job to protect her, to keep her safe and look out for her. And for all her life I’ve done that. Been there for her, comforted her when she was upset or when she was going through a hard time. Even though she was a grown woman now, in my eyes she was still that scared seven-year-old girl who would wake up screaming from nightmares in the middle of the night. The little girl who needed me to sleep at the foot of her bed to protect her from the bad dreams. She needed me now more than ever, and I was prepared to do whatever it took to get her back. Nero, Boss of the Chicago Outfit, had kidnapped her and now held her prisoner in the farmhouse a few miles away. He’d done it because he was angry about the Bratva’s involvement in his war with La Cosa Nostra. He wanted us to back off. Kidnapping the Pakhan’s only daughter was his way of trying to gain the upper hand. But all it did was piss my father off. The weight of the Kevlar vest strapped to my chest was uncomfortable but necessary. We had no idea what we were walking into. I had one handgun strapped to my waist, another tucked behind my back and a P-90 hanging over my shoulder. Father came up to my side, his anger like a dark cloud hanging over our heads as he scowled at the house. “Ty so mnoy. My zachistim kazhduyu komnatu, prezhde chem dvigat'sya dal'she. Nasha rabota - okhranyat' dom.” You’re with me. We’ll clear every room before moving on. It’s our job to secure the house, he commanded in Russian, ramming a clip into his handgun. He tucked it behind his back and gripped his P-90 tightly in both hands. I nodded once, taking aim. Vladimir, Father’s Sovietnik came jogging over, slightly out of breath. He was relatively new to his position, but he proved everyday he was more than equipped to handle the responsibility. “Charges laid, boss,” he panted, pulling out his gun. “A few rounds of C4 under two cars and one attached underneath the back deck near the back door.” Father nodded. “Were you spotted?” “No, boss.” Not surprised. Vladimir was as light as a feather on his feet. He could go anywhere, move over any surface, without making a single sound. Father turned as Arturo, Alessandro and Vincenzo walked up from behind, guns at the ready, a group of their own men at their backs. I’ll admit, I didn’t like Arturo when I first met him. I didn’t like any of them. When Father first told us of their request for a meet, I was sceptical. I was sure they had some ulterior motive. That they were going to double cross us and try to take us out. I had sat the whole time with a hand on my gun, ready to put a bullet in their heads the second they made a wrong move. I did my research on them. I learnt everything I could about them before that day, both from what I could find on the internet and through my own contacts. I dug deep into Arturo. I had to. If there was a chance he was going to marry my little sister, I had to make sure he was good enough. In my opinion, he wasn’t. Arturo had a little black book full of women he would call on the regular. To fuck. To use. He never kept a woman longer than a week and had no problem flitting from bed to bed. I wasn’t sure if he could