All Chapters of The Bratva Biker Girl: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Her phone call had devastated me.He had her, and she was already on his private jet heading toward Sicily. It took all the persuasive powers of Liam, Cormack, Sean and Keane to get me to leave that train station and return to our compound. When I got there, I slumped into a chair in the bar and drank myself into a stupor. They put me to bed, and I did it all over again the next day, and the next, and the next. It became a pattern as I sank into a deep depression that no one could drag me out of.I knew the MC was collapsing around me, but I couldn't drag myself out of my self-pity to care; all I wanted was Tavisha, and I blamed myself for her ending up in Sicily. In my head, I wished that Pavel were still alive, so I could have tortured him and made him suffer in the way I was suffering. It was a shock to me when Miguel and Juan sent me a message to meet them at the Border. I dragged myself to my room, showered, then dressed in my traditional MC President clothes, black Levi jeans,

I ordered my feisty little captive to be detained alone in the room we had prepared for her. My security team had gone over it with a fine-tooth comb. There was nothing in it that she could use as a weapon, either to hurt herself or me. There was also only one way out, through the door; all the windows had been secured, so she could not open them. When I began her training, she would learn that obedience brought her privileges, and, much more quickly, that her continued disobedience would bring her punishment. She had disrespected me twice, and I had allowed it because she did not know my rules, but from Saturday night onward, she would be fast-tracked. It was the night of the Mafia Family Ball. All twelve of the most powerful Mafia families from around the world would

I found myself smiling when I saw her delight at the new dresses. This time I had got it right, all three of them were perfect for her. I was pleased she did not know I was watching her, and I could not wait to show her off in one of those dresses. She appeared to be settling down and accepting her fate; she had finally begun to eat, but it had been concerning when the maids brought her plates back untouched. 'Quanto potrei sbagliarmi?' [How wrong could I be?]I thought angrily a couple of hours later when I had some spare time and tuned into her live feed. 'Come diavolo aveva trovato quel pezzo di legno?' [How the fuck had she found that piece of wood?] Furious, I called in my security team and decided she needed to be taught a lesson; a couple of days in one of my holding cells would bring her to heel, even hardened criminals hated being locked up down there. When they entered her room, I was surprised when she did not put up a fight, and when I saw her curled up in the cel

I had stared at the CCTV feed, watching the little Russian beauty shivering on the floor of the cell, fighting to contain my anger at my Boss. I knew if I spoke, that I would explode into violence.'Come poteva Santino trattarla così?' [How could Santino treat her like this?]I knew the amount of money the Grand Don had paid for his little Principessa; he had outbid all the others, and when Killian O'Hara kidnapped her, he had been so enraged that it had been his orders which had led to the Bratva Pakhan's death. I also knew Killian was next on Santino's list; he did not want anyone in his way when he claimed Tavisha for his own. What my Boss did not know was the way I felt about our little captive. The kiss we had shared was branded on my mind so that every time I took a shower, I brought up the memory of her slender body melting into mine as I possessed her mouth. Using my own hand, I wrapped it around my rock-hard cock and began to pump harder and harder until my release covered th

I remember looking into Matteo's beautiful cornflower blue eyes and seeing the desire for me in them. I wanted to reach out to him, touch that magnificent chiselled chin, make him smile, make him kiss me. 'Dear God, I wanted him to kiss me again, and again, and again,'I saw his eyes darken, but then I began to struggle to get my breath. It felt like I was breathing underwater, and I saw the panic replace the lust in Matteo's eyes. Then I'm floating in the darkness, feeling nothing, completely at peace as I drift in and out of consciousness. I'm happy floating around in the darkness; nothing can hurt me, make me do things I don't want to do. There's no pressure on my emotions; I'm totally relaxed, and without my knowledge, my body is quietly healing. I have no understanding of time passing, the drugs being pumped into my body, or what is going on in the outside world. When the tug comes, I resist it. I d