The Soldier (Chicago Bratva #4) Read Online Renee Rose

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, BDSM, Crime, Dark, Erotic, Mafia, Romance, Suspense Tags Authors: Series: Chicago Bratva Series by Renee Rose
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Total pages in book: 59
Estimated words: 57031 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 285(@200wpm)___ 228(@250wpm)___ 190(@300wpm)
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I’ve been itchy and restless this week. The life I adored, revered for the past few years, suddenly seems basic. There’s been no one to beat down or torture. Working out and watching television on the couch with my suitemates used to be enough on the off-hours. Now it’s mundane.

Kayla’s all I can think of, but this week, it’s not just about the things I want to do to her. How to torture her. Planning ways to make her scream. Shopping for implements and toys. This week, I’m remembering the things we talked about.

Kayla, I’m not saying no. That’s how I shifted from dom to boyfriend in a heartbeat. Because I’m incapable of saying no to that girl, especially when those big blue eyes fill with tears.

And yes, I would be video-domming her tonight if she wasn’t working a promotion with her housemates.

When I’m in my bedroom, I pull my phone out and call my mom back.

“Pavel! Are you home from your trip? How is the girl?” she asks in Russian.

“She’s good. She lives in Los Angeles. I was visiting her.”

“But how do you know her? What is she doing there? What’s her name?”

“Her name is Kayla. I met her at an event in Los Angeles. She’s an actress. I’ve been going to visit her on the weekends.”

“You’re serious about her.” My mother sounds surprised.

Not half as surprised as I am. I make a non-committal sound.

I’m serious about tying her up and licking her pussy until she screams...

I clear my throat. “How are you, Mama?”

“Oh, you know…”

“Have you left the apartment? Seen anyone?”

“No.”

“You should get out,” I say, but I know she won’t. She’s afraid. My father never let her out of his sight while he was alive. She wouldn’t even know how to go out and build a life. She needs support.

Briefly, my thoughts go to Nadia, Adrian’s sister. She was brought to this country under horrible circumstances—as a sex slave. Adrian tracked her here and burned down the building where she was being held. Then he worked on taking his revenge for what happened to her.

Unfortunately, the bastard Leon Poval, the Ukrainian slaver, is still at large.

But the point is, Adrian got her help. She video conferences a counselor back in Russia. She feels safe here in the Kremlin where everyone speaks Russian. She’s starting to get out. Hell, Adrian even brought her out to one of Story’s band’s shows last weekend after she met Story and her brother and the rest of the band rehearsing in the building.

“Mama, I’m moving you to the United States.”

“Nyet.” She doesn’t hesitate. I’m not surprised by her refusal.

“Da. Everyone in this building speaks Russian. You can make friends. We’ll find you something to do—babysit children, or assist Svetlana, the midwife, maybe. Something to keep you busy. I think it would be good for you.”

“I don’t know…”

It’s better than another outright refusal.

“Please, Mama. I’d like to have you closer to me, so I can look after you.”

“I don’t need looking after.”

“Well, I miss your honey cake. You could make it for me. And we will get together for dinner.”

She makes a non-committal sound, which I take as a good sign.

“Think about it. I’ll arrange things on my end.”

“Well…”

“It will be good for you. I’ll fly out and get you. If you hate it, I’ll fly you back. Yes?”

“Maybe.”

“Good,” I say. “I’ll get you a passport and start the paperwork. I love you, Mama.”

“I love you, Pavel.” My mother sounds sad, but that’s nothing new. What’s new is this idea that I might be able to do something about it.

“Goodbye, Mama. I’ll call soon.”

“Yes, call soon,” she echoes distantly as I end the call.

I end the call and slap the back of the phone into my open palm a few times, considering. I need to talk to Ravil about my idea.

I exit my room and walk back into the suite, heading down the hall to the left toward Ravil’s wing. Hearing Benjamin fussing behind their door, I figure it’s safe to knock.

“Come in.” Lucy, the venerable defense attorney and Ravil’s new wife, sits in her glider in their room attempting to nurse the baby.

I look away because even though Lucy’s not modest, I figure Ravil would kill me if he thought I was looking at his wife’s breasts. “Is Ravil around?” I ask.

The baby latches onto her breast and starts sucking noisily. Lucy’s face goes soft with love for her baby. “In his office.” She speaks softly, but Benjamin still pops off her nipple to crane his neck and look at me.

I hold my hand up. “Sorry to interrupt.”

“It’s fine. He’s been either fussing or nursing all day. Another growth spurt, I think.”

I’m not a baby person. Total understatement. I don’t know if I’ve held that baby more than twice since he was born, and I live with him. But I’m suddenly struck by the vision of Kayla nursing our baby, and a strange form of yearning comes over me.



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