Bistas_She

"You know what a good girl would have done? A good girl would have stayed home instead of sneaking out of her father's compound just to get a man to fuck her. A good girl wouldn't have stabbed a man like me with a pen. And most of all, a good girl wouldn't be turned on by holding a gun to a man's chest." I lean closer to her. "You're no good girl, Ivanna."
"You… you're wrong."
"Go on then. Come on. Pull the trigger."

***

My name is Ivanna. I am the daughter of Misha Sidorov, the head of the Krasnoyarsk Bratva. I have just graduated and I’m about to go to college. My life is perfect until Sergio Sakharov comes into the picture. 
He is the darkness itself. He reigns over the entire Sakharov family and by extension, the Dvina River Vory Bratva. His word is law, and his desire is absolute. 
Everything changes in a split second when he steals me away and holds prisoner in Tyva, a bride for his only heir.
But Sergio doesn’t take no for an answer. He always gets whatever he wants and against all reason, he claims me for himself instead. He thinks I’m the perfect match for his desires and he is determined to keep me close, even if I fight him at every turn. 
Except, I’m no helpless pawn. I’m not innocent. I have tasted his dark side, and I want more. The don himself, the man they call the Volkov of Dvina River appeals to me in the most sinful of ways. His wickedness draws me in, and when he decides that he wants me, I’m helpless. I can’t resist him, even if it means giving myself to him.
He may think he has power over me and can control me every step of the way, but I’m about to show him who the real boss is.

Scars He Gave Me

After feeding Ivanna breakfast, I take her in the Jacuzzi to soak then I fuck her one last time before we leave the apartment. I don't think I can ever get enough of this woman.

In fact, I had considered keeping her in Moscow one more time, but I knew that such wishes were foolish. There's too much in Tyva that demands my attention. Plus, it is dangerous for me to be away for so long.

It has never been. My destiny was set the minute I was born. Just like Karlen's had been too. And his sons and so on. It is the way the bratva works, and even with all my power, there is little that I can do to change it. Our traditions were how the Dvina Vory had grown and maintained its stronghold all over the world.

We are more feared than the Costa Nora or the Camorra, and my Dvina is near the top of the pyramid.

And despite the high probability of me getting arrested or murdered someday, I still love my life.

You Had No Right