Broken Promises – Sokolov Bratva Read Online Flora Ferrari

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Total pages in book: 59
Estimated words: 56608 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 283(@200wpm)___ 226(@250wpm)___ 189(@300wpm)
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Nikolai stands up, looking like he’s about to erupt. I quickly raise my hand. “But I’ve got a proposal,” I tell him. “A way we can move on from this.”

He stops, tilting his head. He looks like a rodent who’s just spied a possible exit to a deadly maze. From across the table, I can feel Mikhail stewing. Mikhail just wanted his easy, spare-brother life: video games, the gym, hanging out, and whatever else my brother does. However, when the Bratva calls, a man has no choice but to answer, especially when it’s blood on the line.

“A proposal?” Nikolai says after a pause.

“Your men are losing faith in you, Nikolai. We both know my father was always the one to back you, to make you seem tougher than you are. It’s okay. There’s no shame in it. That’s what alliances are for, but your men doubt you.”

“You don’t know what you’re talking about,” Nikolai snaps.

I sigh, then reach into my pocket and take out my gun. Nikolai gasps. “You’re pulling a gun on me, you moron?” he snaps, his whole face turning red. He slams his fist on the table, leaning forward and staring at the barrel. “My men can hate or love me. They owe their loyalty to the fucking Pakhan, and that’s me.”

“That’s why I want to make a deal.” I turn the gun to Oleg, his second. The big man grimaces. “Give me your second as a show of loyalty. Our father was right. The days of being soft are over. After this, I’m bringing trafficking back. I’m going to dominate this fucking city.”

Nikolai gets wide-eyed. “You’re bringing it back?”

“It’s all revenue,” I grunt. “That’s all this game ever was. Decide. Now.”

Nikolai doesn’t even hesitate. “Do it. Kill him. I don’t care!”

“Oh, Nikolai,” I say, sighing, as Oleg spins around into a violent punch that takes the smaller man clear off his feet. I tuck my gun away as Oleg and his other men drag Nikolai into the corner of the room and start beating on him. After a minute of this brutal violence, which is just another ugly part of the life, Oleg stops and walks over to me, wiping his hands on a handkerchief.

Nikolai is half sitting up against the wall, his face bloody and swollen, clutching his stomach.

“No war,” Oleg says, offering his still bloodstained hand.

I take it, and we shake. “No war.”

“We have to appear strong,” Oleg says a moment later, still holding onto my hand.

“You’re going to be the Pakhan of your organization, Oleg. It doesn’t get much stronger than that.”

“But we have to appear strong,” he goes on. “We’re sacrificing a lot.”

As part of Mikhail’s backroom dealings with Oleg, Oleg agreed to cut his trafficking operations in exchange for an allegiance with the Sokolovs.

“We need to honor the agreement,” Oleg says, still shaking my hand like he’s trying to big-brother me or something. I grip his a little harder. I can do this all damn day. “The marriage.”

“What?” I snap, and he finally lets me go. “The marriage wouldn’t mean anything. Your Bratva will be a new lineage.”

Oleg shakes his head. “I want peace. I want money. The best way is for Anatoly to become the Pakhan and for me and the others to help him.”

“Anatoly?”

“The Petrov heir,” Oleg says.

“Nikolai’s ten-year-old son, you mean,” Mikhail says.

Oleg shrugs. “Men in our line of work respect names above all. Think of the big picture.” Oleg turns as though to approach Nikolai, but then Mikhail cuts in.

“No, you’re leaving him here for me.”

Oleg narrows his eyes at me.

“Don’t look at me,” I snap.

“He’s mine,” Mikhail says, sounding savage, sounding wild. What’s gotten into him? All this because Nikolai was the reason he tortured a man?

“It looks like you’re going to have some time with my brother,” I call over to the bloody Nikolai.

“Do we have a deal on the marriage?” Oleg goes on, clearly uninterested in Nikolai beyond just wanting him out of the way. “No trafficking, more money, but we need a sign. You and Mila. You can still have your woman, like you said.”

But that was all an act. I could never call someone else my wife, even if it were just for show. I wouldn’t be able to.

“We will give you three weeks, yes? That’s fair?” Oleg says.

“No, Oleg,” I snap. “I’m telling you upfront. I’m not marrying her.”

“I hope you change your mind,” he says, and then he and his men leave the room.

Denis glances at me, silently asking what to do. Nikolai cringes against the wall as my brother approaches him. Mikhail is a fun, happy person, but this life gets its dark hooks into everyone.

We leave the room, and I close the door behind me, sealing my brother and the scumbag in together.

CHAPTER 26

DAHLIA

Dimitri strides across the dance floor, his men at his side, people clearing a path for him. The other Russians came out a minute ago, talked briefly, then left. My man walks right up to me as the other two men approach Mila and Ania as though they’re going to escort them from the building.



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