Glazov's Legacy (Born Bratva Book 2) (6 page)

Glazov

I make my way into the gambling house and join Kodiak in stalking the new dealer from the shadows.

“She’s up to something; I can feel it!” he says.

I look down at his tented pants.

“Yeah, she isn’t the only one
up
to something. It appears to me that you’ve inherited your father’s love of stalking prey. You need to keep her close. It’s the best way to find out what the sneaky little bitch is up to. You know the old adage,
keep your friends close and your enemies closer
. Bring her to the gathering tonight.”

“I’ll find out what the fuck she’s up to.”

He answers like he didn’t hear me, but I know he did. The kid doesn’t miss anything; he’s too much like his father.

“You do not have my permission to kill her.” I lean in and growl at him.

“I don’t want to kill her. I want to strap her ass to the wall and fuck her senseless.”

“If we find out she’s up to something, we’ll put her ass in the basement dungeon if we have to. There is more than one way to deal with a curious kitten,” I say as I chuckle.

I know my son, and I know he would love nothing more than to have his little prey caged so he can toy with her.

I make my way toward my office, leaving my son to deal with the first woman I’ve seen fully catch his interest. I wonder if he secretly hopes that I will have to take her captive. My radar is also telling me she is up to something. I have every intention of finding out what that something is before I play my hand. Kodiak observed me watching her attentively, and I never had to reveal to him that I had my own suspicions. He picked up on my distrust of her on his own; the kid is that sharp when it comes to reading people.

“Is everything okay, boss?” my hired cleaner asks me as I enter my office and close the door.

I know she’s wondering why I’ve called her in. It will do her good to be kept on edge. Fear is such a wonderful tool when used as a weapon to maintain control. It’s also a wonderful aphrodisiac when it comes to fucking my wife’s brains out.

It amazes me how beautiful Natasha is. She’s tall and thin, has short blonde hair, and her blue eyes are striking. She looks so fucking innocent, but we all know how looks can be deceiving. Though she is beautiful, she has no time for a significant other because she is so focused on her career. Working solely for me, she is frequently around my family, but even my eldest son’s advances go unnoticed. Nikita has been in love with her since childhood, but she won’t give him the time of day. Our families have a close friendship that goes back generations. Her father worked for me, and her father’s father worked for my grandfather. She, too, is born and bred Bratva.

“Natasha, I want you at this gathering tonight.”

“Yes, sir. Was everything okay on the last cleanup?”

“It was okay enough to give you a bonus.”

I open my drawer and grab the envelope that holds a twenty-five thousand dollar bonus for her. I note she doesn’t open it and look when I give it to her. I like that; it’s classy.

“Your father would be proud of you, Natasha.”

I don’t tell her, but nothing would please me more than seeing her with my son Nikita. It would be very good for business. Her Russian roots run deep, and her father and I were very close. We worked together for a long time before he was violently killed. I took her under my wing after that tragedy. Our ties go back generations, and she will be even more of an asset than she already is if she marries my eldest son. I know he will never give up on his pursuit of her, and it is only a matter of time before he wins her over. I don’t rush things because it humors me to watch her ignore his advances. Women usually fall all over themselves trying to gain my boy’s attention, but he doesn’t give them the time of day. He only has eyes for his childhood crush. There is a part of me that hopes they get together sooner rather than later. I’m certain restraining himself from having sex with other women has to be frustrating at his age. He refuses to sleep around, fearing it will ruin his chances with Natasha.

“Yes, sir. Thank you, sir, but you didn’t have to do this.”

She waves the envelope to indicate she is referring to the bonus.

“It was my pleasure. You may go now, and I expect to see you at my home tonight at eight.”

“Yes, sir.”

Kathleen

I look in the mirror and scrutinize my reflection. I’ve chosen to wear Glazov’s favorite dress. It’s a simple red gown that dips low in the back, accentuating the solid back muscles I have worked so hard for in the gym. I pair it with diamond hoop earrings, and I fix my long red hair so it flows down my back in ringlets. There will be some very beautiful women here tonight, and even after twenty years of marriage, I still get jealous about the way women blatantly flirt with my husband. Some of the Bratva groupies are downright bold about the way they come on to him. Of course, he thinks it’s hilarious when I get jealous. He still laughs about the time I beat the shit out of one of his dealers at work. Needless to say, she doesn’t work there anymore. Word has gotten around over the years how possessive I can be. Now, if they do have a crush on him, they keep it on the down low. They tend to have more of a ‘look but don’t touch’ attitude, but even the looks bother me. I’m not the first crazy bitch who has gotten in a fight over a Bratva boy. Most of the other women have a reason to fight though; their husbands actually are fucking around on them. At least I don’t have that problem.

I check my make-up one more time before I walk down the long hallway leading to the winding staircase. Our mansion is beautiful, filled with antiques and memories. I look at the family pictures that cover the wall at the top of the steps. The years have flown by, and all my kids are grown now.

The air already buzzes with excitement as guests begin to arrive. My eyes immediately scan the room for my husband. Still, after all these years, anticipation lodges in my gut at the thought of seeing him. My unpredictable husband still excites me in ways no other man ever has.

I make my entrance and begin to work the room. These are the people who have stood by us through all the drama that comes with being a Bratva family. Life, deaths, births, and incarcerations—through it all, we have stood together and had each other’s backs. Unlike many organized crime families, we take care of the women and children who are left behind when tragedy strikes.

I approach my son Kodiak, who is standing in the shadows, possessively guarding the woman on his arm. My curiosity is more than a little piqued at his proprietary display.

“Kodiak, she’s lovely,” I voice as I observe the brunette standing next to him.

I watch as his eyes rake over her, and she blushes under his intense perusal.

“Yes, she is. Mother, this is Logan. She just started working at Father’s gambling house as a dealer.”

I note that his stare goes cold.

“Father asked me to keep an eye on her, and that’s exactly what I’m doing—keeping a very close eye on her. Isn’t that right, Logan?”

The poor girl blushes an even deeper shade of crimson before she answers.

“Yes, ma’am, that is what he’s doing.”

“The men in our family can be very intense, dear. Don’t let Kodiak scare you away.”

“She’s not going anywhere… Are you, Logan?”

“No, ma’am, I like my new job.”

I know she is attempting to avoid the elephant in the room. Kodiak’s dominant nature is shining through in his possessive stare and the firm grip he has on the poor girl’s arm.

“You’ll do fine, dear.”

I pat her arm to reassure her before I walk away. I head toward the bathroom, never noticing Glazov following closely in my wake. In fact, until he pushes the door open, turns to lock it, and backs me into the sink, I’m not even aware he is in my personal space.

“Glazov, is it necessary for you to stalk me so relentlessly after all these years?” I ask, rolling my eyes.

“You’re damn straight it is.” He leans in close to my ear and growls, “I’m always watching you.”

I squeeze past him to make my way over to the vanity mirror.

“I don’t have time to be accosted by you. Our guest of honor should be arriving soon.”

He comes up behind me, fists a handful of my hair, and jerks my head back while looking at my reflection in the mirror.

“Our guest is already here. I picked him up from the airport. I’ll always be one step ahead of you, Ptichka, and don’t you ever fucking forget it.”

I watch in the mirror as he releases me before making his way out the door. He’s made his presence known and has, once again, solidified that I am Bratva property—his Bratva property. Perhaps that is what my son is attempting to do with his new friend, Logan. Is he marking her as his by bringing her to a closed gathering? He could very well be letting the other men know that she is off limits. No one would dare approach the girl now that she has been seen with Kodiak. They are all afraid of him, as well they should be. Kodiak is as crazy as his father, and just like his father, he makes no attempts to hide it or be politically correct. He most certainly makes no apologies for his actions.

Glazov

I crook my finger in my wife’s direction as she exits the bathroom. I’d been watching the door from the moment I left her in there. She is never off my radar. My wife gives me something no one else can provide. My Ptichka is a relentless addiction coursing through my veins, and at all hours of the day, my body constantly craves another fix.

Before I met her, I had been with women from all over the world. They played my kinky games just for the opportunity to be with me. They didn’t want
me
though; they just wanted what I could give them. My wife is different. She hungers for the sadist residing inside me, so much a part of my makeup that it’s in the very marrow of my bones. She toys with him, purposely antagonizing him to come out, to play his games inflicting pleasurable pain.

This is a woman who only has one only hard limit: we bring no one else into our playground of mayhem. Though she never knows what to expect from the beast she summons, she still rattles his cage and intentionally taunts him. I have always been able to incite fear in her, and she feeds off the adrenaline rush that fear induces. It may not be healthy, and some may even call it mutually destructive, but what we have is real because I’m not fucking playing.

I watch as she saunters over to me, wearing a gown that melts over her body and accentuates every curve as it flows in sync with her gait. My wife is even more beautiful than the women here who are half her age. Eying her blood red lipstick, I can easily envision myself smearing it all over her porcelain complexion before we fuck later this evening. Ptichka hates it when I do that. She always tries to wipe it off and then glares at me in anger. I’ll grip her wrists tightly above her head with one hand and forbid her from cleaning it off her face. There’s nothing like a good angry fuck. My cock starts stiffening just thinking about the pain I have planned for her.

I shift my thoughts as I hook my arm through hers to escort her through the horde of guests. Silence falls over the crowd as conversations cease. As we move forward, I call out for Novak and Katrina to join us at the front of the room.

“I’ve called Novak in to work with my son Kodiak. Many of you already know him, but for those of you who don’t, he is my cousin. I expect all of you to make him and his wife feel welcome.”

My gaze drifts in my son’s direction where he has Logan pinned to a wall, and he is whispering in her ear. The boy is so much like his father. I know she is up to something; I can smell it on her. She may not realize it yet, but she has sealed her fate. There is no doubt… she belongs to my son.

Kodiak looks in my direction, and the look on his face is that of a predator while Logan’s is that of prey. I have no worries where she is concerned. Whatever she is up to will be revealed by the time my son is finished with her.

I direct my guests to return to the party, and I focus my attention back on my wife, who is now immersed in conversation with Katrina. Perhaps she will find a friend in Novak’s wife. Bratva women need to make friends with other women involved our lifestyle so they have someone who understands what it’s like. If you don’t live the life, you can’t possibly fathom everything it entails from day to day.

I look around the room at all the smiling guests as the celebration starts to wind down. The party is a huge success and two important things have been solidified tonight: Logan belongs to Kodiak, and Novak is here to stay.