Twisted Lover

Twisted Lover A Dark Russian Mafia Romance Reznek Bratva – Book 1 by Celeste Riley Copyright © 2023 by Celestine Publishing Ltd. Contact: [email protected] All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by any electronic or mechanical means, including information storage and retrieval systems, without written permission from the author, except for the use of brief quotations in a book review. Inhalt LEONID - PROLOGUE CHAPTER 1 - Yeva CHAPTER 2 - Leonid CHAPTER 3 - Yeva CHAPTER 4 - Leonid CHAPTER 5 - Yeva CHAPTER 6 – Leonid CHAPTER 8 - Leonid CHAPTER 9 – Yeva CHAPTER 10 - Leonid CHAPTER 11 - Yeva CHAPTER 12 - Leonid CHAPTER 13 - Yeva CHAPTER 14 - Leonid CHAPTER 15 - Yeva CHAPTER 16 - Leonid CHAPTER 17 - Yeva CHAPTER 18 - Leonid CHAPTER 19 - Yeva CHAPTER 20 - Leonid CHAPTER 21 - Yeva CHAPTER 22 - Leonid CHAPTER 23 - Yeva EPILOGUE - Leonid LEONID - PROLOGUE “You know what happens to slimy fucking bastards that don’t pay their debts?” Pavel is more than slimy, he’s a snake. I knew it all along. I was waiting for him to fuck up, the man is not very bright — he didn’t even try to run or hide from us. The bastard has the audacity to laugh in my face, as if I won’t kill him. “Pavel, you owe us a lot of money, you made a lot of big promises you can’t keep. What am I supposed to do?” I’m not merciful man. I have killed others for way less, and this has gone on for too long. It’s time we teach Pavel a lesson. I don’t want others to think they can get away with shit like this. “I don’t have the money, or the fucking diamonds, so whatever you do, you won’t get your money.” “I always get what is owed, Pavel. You should know that.” I watch as my men rip his house to shreds looking for anything of value. He will have a stash of something hidden away, it might not be worth what he owes but I will take it all. “Leonid,” one of the men calls me from the bedroom upstairs, “come see this.” I leave the idiot tied up and go see what they have found. Hopefully it’s valuable or can be leveraged to motivate him to pay up. Everyone has a price, it’s about finding what his is. “There’s a family.” The guy hands me a photograph and a wrinkled envelope. Well, he kept that secret very well. I have never seen any signs of a wife or kids, but this letter is addressed to Dad. “Where are they?” I ask, looking at the photograph that’s more than a few years old, “why did we not know about this?” I don’t need him if he has children and a wife — desperate mothers will do anything to save their children. “I had no idea, he’s always been alone, no sign of family. She probably left him because he’s a slimy fucking snake.” That’s not hard to believe, the guy is a notorious for being on the wrong side of the wrong people — like me. “Find them and take the kid. We will get what we came for without Pavel.” Attaching the silencer to my gun, I walk back downstairs to where he is tied up like the pig he is. “You didn’t tell me about your gorgeous daughter. How old is she now? This is an old photo, you must miss her,” I sneer at him. The terror in his eyes shows I have hit a nerve. They are not around because he knew someone like me would find them, and use them against him. He stays silent, his mouth clamped shut. There’s no chance he will give up his kid. Either I will torture it out of him, or my guys will find them without him. “Boss we have them,” someone calls from in front of a laptop in the dining room. “Not hard to find, this one isn’t smart.” Great, then I no longer need the snake. I put the barrel of my gun to his forehead. He knows how this ends. He didn’t talk or pay when he had a chance. “If you don’t listen, Pavel, you feel — and when pain doesn’t make you listen, then you die.” His Adam’s apple bobs as he swallows down his fear while looking me silently in the eyes. I should have dealt with him long ago. There’s a whistling sound as the bullet exits my gun, and his head jolts backwards — blood spattering out of the back of his head. “Clear out. Someone else can clean this mess. Maybe the neighbors will smell his corpse in a week or two,” I say, wiping my gun clean with the handkerchief I pulled from his suit pocket. I hate being dirty. While his house is clean, it feels like filth. I need a hot shower, and to finish what we started. His daughter will be taken, and his wife will pay to get her back, they always find a way to pay me. Nothing in the world is more precious to a mother than her child, no amount of money is too much. Kidnapping is a very lucrative business for this very reason. We leave the upper-class neighborhood in a convoy of blacked-out SUV’s. People here know who we are — and none of them saw anything. Not a soul would tell a cop we were here and if they did, they’d end up just like the snake did. “Where is the kid?” I ask Mikva, my second-in-command, who drives us back to where my yacht is moored at the dock. “And the mother, we will need both.” “Kid is at a boarding school in Denmark, fancy place for rich families. The mother comes from money, and her parents pay the fees. They’d