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©Glazov
©Born Bratva Series
Copyright © 2013 Suzanne Steele
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To the Reader
The men I write about are Alpha males in every sense of the word. They are the men society warns us about. They are dominant males with controlling tendencies. They are the men you know you should stay away from, yet
you are drawn like a moth to a flame. If you are looking for a sweet romance, you won't find it here. What you will find is dark passion. Many times my heroes carry what would be
considered an obsession for the women they love. Each and every character I write about has demanded their voice be heard. I have been true to that calling, and I have stayed true to their personalities, which at times, the reader may not always agree with. They are dark, they are gritty, and many times, their love is dysfunctional, but nonetheless, it is real.
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Table of Contents
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Prologue Glazov’s Legacy
Prologue Novak
Twisted Boss An Excerpt
Chapter One
Kathleen
I waved in my assistant, Robin, and then held up a finger to signify I’d be with her in a moment. I was in the middle of a call, but even as distracted as I was with the conversation, I could tell there was something gravely wrong with my employee. She had always been a timid soul, perhaps even a bit skittish, but today, her elevated anxiety was evident by the way she toyed with her fingers. Something was making her very nervous.
I was finally able to end the call, so I directed my full attention to my assistant. Brushing the loose strands of my auburn hair away from my face, I leaned back in my chair and waited for Robin to tell me what had her so distressed.
“I’m in trouble, Kathleen, and I mean big trouble. I’m in way over my head. I borrowed money from Alexander Glazov.”
Her words hit me like a ton of bricks.
“Alexander Glazov? As in the Russian mobster, Alexander Glazov?”
“Yes,” she sobbed.
I stared at her in disbelief as she wiped her tear-stained face and continued talking. Witnessing her despair, I couldn’t help but feel a surge of compassion for this woman. After all, she had not only been a wonderful employee, but she was a dear and trusted friend as well.
“I started gambling, Kathleen, and I was winning. It was like a drug—an endorphin high or something—until I started losing. Oh God, what have I done? This guy kills people for a living.”
“How much money, Robin?”
“I started going to underground games, and before I knew it, I was losing and borrowing money from the house. That’s when…”
“Robin!” I cut her off. “I need to know how much money.”
“One hundred thousand,” she mumbled. “I have a husband and kids. This guy is a killer…” she trailed off, and her sobs only intensified at the thought of how indebted she was to the notorious mobster.
“Let me see what I can do, Robin. For now, I just want you to calm down and go back to work. I’ll handle it.” When I spoke, I was proud my reassurance sounded so full of strength and confidence because those were two attributes I most certainly didn’t feel like I possessed at the moment. I only made it through the rest of the day by distracting myself and pushing any thoughts of what I’d have to do later this evening out of my head.
I engulfed myself in paperwork, going through page after page until my eyes crossed. I would have gladly kept going too, even beyond the time I normally left for the day, if only it meant I wouldn’t have to face Alexander Glazov on my employee’s behalf.
Kathleen
The sound of my heels click clacking in the back alley as I walked towards the two large suited men only seemed to exacerbate my anxiety.
I stood straight and spoke as I eyed them, determined not to show any fear. “I need to speak with Mr. Glazov, please.”
The brawny guard snickered as he said something in his native Russian tongue to his counterpart, and then he stared at me as he spoke into his earpiece.
I suddenly found myself being grateful for the long trench coat I had chosen to wear. It covered my entire body and, at the moment, provided me with much needed modesty. Something about the way the guard eyed me gave me the creeps, though, I’m sure it wasn’t every day they were approached by women demanding entrance. Perhaps I was just a novelty and was reading too much into it. I’m sure most women had more sense than to come here, but I wasn’t thinking with my head right now; I was thinking with my heart.
“Come,” he growled.
I almost had to run to keep up with his long strides. Apparently, hospitality was not an important quality to this ogre. I would find out in a matter of moments, his lack of etiquette was the least of my worries.
He led me down a long corridor and tapped on a large wooden door. A voice bade him enter, and I found myself staring into the cold blue eyes of the man who would soon change my life.
Chapter Two
Glazov
I eyed the tall redhead who stood before me and immediately recognized her. I first saw her when my men brought back surveillance on the bitch who owed me a hundred grand. That I knew her identity would remain my little secret though. My curiosity was piqued, as was my sadistic nature to toy with her. I wanted to fuck with her head, so that’s exactly what I was going to do.
“Sit!” I studied her as I purposely made her wait. It was fun watching her apprehension build, and I felt my cock jump when she started to fidget. My eyes raked over her facial features as I scrutinized her expression, trying to get a feel for how I wanted to handle her.
I have always had a weakness for redheads. I could definitely picture this one flat
on her back in my bed or, better yet, pinned up against a wall. Visions of her porcelain skin and toying with her naked body were distracting me. It was taking all my self-control to not bend her ass over my desk and fuck her senseless. I’m not a man given to dating; I simply take what I want when I want it, and I wanted this redhead. I smirked as the realization crossed my mind that I was glad her friend took my money. She gave me a confused look in response to my expression, and it just spurred me on to fuck with her a little more for entertainment. Yeah, I’m a bastard; what can I say?
I knew I wanted her by the way my body responded when she walked in the room—no, let me reword that—I knew the little fire crotch was as good as mine. She might not know it yet, but I sure as hell did. Just looking at her had my cock rock hard and straining against the zipper of my suit pants. It had been a long time since the mere sight of a clothed woman sexually excited me. I think the fact that she was so prim and proper had me wanting to rip her good girl layer off to see if any surprises lie beneath.
Kathleen
I watched as he ran his finger over his full bottom lip, and I found myself wishing he would stop it. This guy was a whole lot better looking than I anticipated.
He was large, and it was evident that he worked out. His long, blond, shoulder-length hair was pulled back into a ponytail. His facial features were chiseled and hard. He had a prominent nose, but with his overall massive size, it fit his face well. In the end, the intensity of his gaze forced me to cut my scrutiny short. His ice-cold blue eyes promised no mercy, and I finally looked away from that full lip I wished he’d quit touching.
I shifted nervously in my seat, wishing he would say something. Finally, after what seemed like forever, he spoke. “You may remove your coat.”
It was more of a command than a polite suggestion.
“Oh no, I’m fine,” I stated. I hugged the material tightly against my body, hoping it would give me some sort of solace against the fear I felt building inside me. I shivered and could feel my trepidation quickly escalating into a mild sense of panic. The walls were beginning to close in on me, and I fought off the desire to get up and run from the room.
He raised a sardonic brow and simply said, “I insist.”
If I had to use one word to describe this man it would be: sinister.
It was becoming more difficult by the moment to hide how nervous I was feeling. How could he sit there and look so calm while I felt wave after wave of anxiety flooding my system?
I needed to settle this debt and get the hell out of here. I hadn’t planned on even taking the time to sit down in his office, but I wrestled with the idea of offending him. The last thing I wanted was to appear rude by rushing the conversation.
I initially walked in here feeling confident and in control, but in a matter of moments, the man seated in front of me had me feeling stripped of all authority. No wonder his adversaries feared him. What was my employee thinking when she borrowed money from a man like this? I resolved then and there that Robin needed to get help for her addiction because I never wanted to go through this again. Her nasty little gambling habit put me in a situation I avoided at all costs in business—being out of control.
Glazov
Watching her chew on her bottom lip as she removed her coat was distracting, to say the least. I could definitely envision myself buried deep inside her. “You are here about your assistant who owes me money, no?”
I watched as she straightened her body, and my eyes strayed to her silky white top. My mind drifted, and I started thinking about what her nipples would look like if I sucked on them through the material until it was wet with my saliva. I’d run my fingertips in soft circles around them until goose bumps formed, and her nipples stood out prominently.
This little high-society executive was making me want to do dark, dirty things to her. It had been quite a while since any woman had affected me like this.
Her voice cut through my dirty thoughts.
“Mr. Glazov, I believe this is just one big misunderstanding. I’m sure we can work something out.”
When I rose from behind my desk, it only excited me more when I saw her eyes widen in fear. I’m a very large man, and it was evident my size intimidated her.
This was going to be fun, and I planned on milking it for all it was worth. I was careful in making my movements slow and deliberate, never taking my eyes off her delicate facial features. She was emanating an anxious, frightened energy, and it had me throbbing in need for her. I didn’t even care that my pants were tented, revealing how desperately I longed to sink into her depths.
I wanted to make this so-called meeting last. I didn’t want to let this woman walk back out of my office. What the fuck was this stranger doing to me? She was the exact opposite of the women I normally fucked. Those women were brash, overly made up, and loud-mouthed; they were groupies of the Bratva organization I ruled. To be honest, they all threw themselves at my feet. I had my choice of any woman I wanted, but I was bored. She was so respectful, so prim and proper. She was just sitting there with her dainty hands folded, wondering how she was going to save the life of her little friend. I could read her like an open book. She didn’t try to school her expression and every emotion was easily discerned just by looking at her face. I didn’t want to read her face, though. I wanted to read her fucking body while she screamed out my name.
Kathleen
I felt my heart start to race as I watched him rise from behind his desk. I had to strain my neck to look up at him.
What are they feeding these guys? He’s massive.
He reminded me of an actor in a movie I once saw about a Russian boxer. He had the same enormous build, and he definitely had that aura about him, like he was always ready for a fight. This guy was huge, and he more than filled out the tailored black suit he donned.
He was now standing directly in front of me. He looked deceptively casual leaning against his desk with his arms crossed over his chest. I found myself fighting the temptation to scoot my chair back. He looked quite comfortable with the fact that he invaded my personal space. In fact, he looked like he was intentionally trying to intimidate me. His lip curled slightly, probably in response to my discomfort, and he made a clicking noise before he spoke.
“You think that a hundred thousand dollars of my money is just a misunderstanding?”
I felt indignation rise within me at the knowledge that he was preying on my assistant.
“You and I both know that you loaned her fifty grand. I’m willing to pay you that amount back and not a penny more!”
Suddenly, I wasn’t scared anymore; I was pissed. At least, I was until I witnessed his temple start to twitch. Who did this thug think he was, taking advantage of poor little housewives with gambling addictions?
Despite my growing fear, or perhaps because of it, I could sense I was about to lose control of my mouth. My blood pressure was on the rise, and I was starting to feel lightheaded. Right now, though, I didn’t give a shit.
“Who do you think you are, preying on innocent housewives with children? If it wasn’t for gangsters like you, there wouldn’t be people gambling.”
His laughter filled the room and only pissed me off even more as I listened to him speak.
“Am I supposed to believe I’m the reason people gamble?” he asked incredulously. He continued without giving me a chance to answer. “You’re very naïve for a businesswoman. I don’t think I preyed on your poor little assistant.” He leaned down and hissed in my face, “I do believe she’s trying to prey on me.”
“You have got to be kidding! Fifty thousand dollars, Mr. Glazov, and not a dime more.”
I forced myself to face him fully and make eye contact. His temple was still twitching which did nothing to put my mind at ease, even if he did appear to be humored by my so-called naivety.
Glazov
This woman was having an odd effect on me. She was pissing me off, turning me on, and amusing me all at once. Yes, this was a definite first fo
r me.
I circled around to the back of her chair and leaned down to cup her chin in my hand, tilting her head back so I could whisper in her ear. “I kill people for less than that, Kathleen. Since you are so willing to help your friend out, I’m going to hold you liable for her insignificant debt of one hundred thousand to me.”
I wound a fist into her hair as I caught the light scent of her perfume wafting up to me. “I own you now, Kathleen. You owe me a lot of money.”
“Please, Mr. Glazov, we can work something out.”
“Shh, I already want to fuck you, and if you start to beg me, it’s going to be very hard for me to resist doing just that. I want you to listen very carefully; let’s just say it is a matter of life and death. I’m going to kill your friend if you do not agree to my terms. Now, are you willing to take over your friend’s debt?”
“I don’t have that kind of money. I was going to mortgage my home just to get you the fifty grand.”
I tugged at the roots of her hair and felt my cock stiffen even more when she whimpered. “I want to fuck you. Are you willing to be my whore to pay off your friend’s debt? I will warn you that I’m a sadistic man. I enjoy a woman’s fear. I enjoy a woman’s suffering. To me, there is nothing more erotic than a woman’s face contorted in pain. Her grimace is evidence of her primal need and will to survive. I see that in you—the will to survive. I enjoy taking a woman and doing dirty, nasty things to her that will stain her soul. Can I stain you, Kathleen? Can I hurt you so fucking good that you beg me for more? How about this? You sleep on it, but I will warn you; I’m not a patient man. Now, go home.”
I held her there by the handful of hair I had twisted in my grip just long enough to make it clear who was in control before I finally let go. As soon as she was free, she bolted from my office.
Seeing her in person had a much greater impact on me than I ever could have anticipated. When I saw her on the surveillance tapes, it was her physical beauty that intrigued me. After seeing her in person, though, it was the fire within her that captivated me.
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