Deceitful Promises – Sokolov Bratva Read Online Flora Ferrari

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Dark, Erotic, Insta-Love, Mafia Tags Authors:
Advertisement

Total pages in book: 58
Estimated words: 56507 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 283(@200wpm)___ 226(@250wpm)___ 188(@300wpm)
<<<<132331323334354353>58
Advertisement


“I want to …” I take a breath. I’m going to sound nuts. “… stay for a while. With my mom. With Henry.” With Aiden.

“You’ve got to be kidding me,” Mikhail snaps.

Dimitri glances at him. “Easy.”

“He took her from our home,” Mikhail grunts.

Aiden stands so that he’s at my side. “She’s decided. Unless you’ve hidden weapons someplace, or you’re willing to get into a fistfight over this, we’re leaving.”

“Nobody’s fighting,” I snap.

“Ania.” Dimitri stands, looking at me seriously. “Everybody misses you back home. If you want to reconnect with Molly, that’s fine. We can make that work, but not like this.”

“But …” This takes a lot for me. I’m so used to listening to Dimitri about everything. “Isn’t that my choice to make?”

“Yes, but⁠—”

The windows shatter, and bottles explode behind the bar. A loud boom blares, and my ears buzz like something is stuck in them. I drop to the floor, screaming, my hands over my face. What the hell just happened? Are we under attack?

CHAPTER 19

AIDEN

After liaising with my security team, I return to the bar to find it flooded with men, both mine and the Sokolov brothers. Everybody is tooled up now. Ania sits on one of the stools, her hands trembling as she brings a glass of water to her lips.

“Car bomb,” I grunt. “We all need to leave—now.”

“Car bomb?” Dimitri growls. “What the fuck sort of game is this?”

“This wasn’t me,” I snap, looking at the big man.

I’ve been around a lot of fake tough guys in my life. Dimitri and Mikhail are the real deal. I knew that the second I walked in here and saw their cold, ready stares.

“It wasn’t us,” Mikhail snaps. “Like we’d risk hurting our sister.”

“Yeah, and like I’d risk hurting …” I pause. What is she to me? The woman I kissed? The woman I want to keep kissing? “Anna.”

Ania looks up when I use the English version of her name. It seems to mean a lot to her, piercing the shock coating her entire body.

“We need to be fast,” I go on. “My men will spin a story for the cops, but we can’t be seen together.”

“The Sokolovs aren’t good enough for your daddy’s business, eh?” Mikhail snaps.

I don’t rise to it. Instead, I walk over to Ania. Mikhail walks into my path. “You seriously think I’m going to let her go with you now?”

Ania slides from the stool and walks right up to me, almost into my arms. “I want to. Please.”

“Fuck,” Dimitri snaps when he hears sirens. “We’re not leaving this city until this is sorted,” he sighs, “but we have to leave, Mikhail. Just for now.”

“Leave him with her?”

“He won’t hurt me,” Ania says in a distant voice. “He’s a good person.”

She really is in serious shock.

“Fuck.”

Mikhail kicks the bar, then walks up to me, shoulders square, with a wild, capable look in his eyes. I know right away that he’s competent in serious violence. “If you even think about hurting her, it won’t be slow, Aiden. It won’t be easy. We’ll make it last a long, long time. Do you understand?”

I offer him my hand. “I’d expect nothing less.”

In a messed-up way, this is the best thing he could’ve said to me. I want Ania to have a supportive family. If I’m not here to protect her one day … One day? I’ve known her for one day!

Mikhail seems surprised, and then Dimitri steps forward and shakes my hand. “It’ll last weeks,” he says. “Months, maybe.”

“Good,” I tell him.

“In the meantime, keep communication open. If this wasn’t you, and it wasn’t us, we need to figure out what the hell’s going on.”

Ania looks small as she leans against the door in the passenger seat. She always looks small, but this isn’t just a physical thing. It’s like she’s trying to shrink into herself. She shudders every time the car goes over a bump.

Soon, we’re back home. As we ride the elevator up, she moves closer to me, closer, until we’re almost touching. I’m about to put my arm around her, warning myself that I need to be careful not to let this feeling spiral out of control when the elevator makes a ding noise. She jolts away from me as though shocked. Molly is waiting for us, rushing forward.

“Anna,” she says, her voice shuddering. “Oh, Anna.”

“Mom,” Ania says, then bursts into tears. Molly rushes over and pulls her daughter into her arms, leading her down the corridor. “We’ve got a doctor waiting. Oh, you poor thing.”

Dad passes them in the hallway, approaching me with the aura of a man ready for a serious rumble. “Thank God you’re okay.”

I clap him on the arm. “You’re not getting rid of me that easily.”

“What happened?”

I shrug. “Car bomb. No other info yet. The cops suspect it might’ve been a terrorist attack.”


Advertisement

<<<<132331323334354353>58

Advertisement