La Brava X Gentle Criminal の小説・ストーリー

Luca’s POV The chamber’s walls trembled with the distant shockwaves of the Nevada test shot, dust sifting from the ceiling like gray snow. Viktor’s men had us boxed in—twenty Bratva soldiers, rifles trained, the bear himself blocking the only exit. Sofia stood beside him now, wrists uncuffed, her expression a mask of calculated calm. The kill switch in my hands beeped faster—red light pulsing like a dying heart. Dante and Rocco pressed against me on either side, their bodies heat and muscle, a living shield. The erotic tension between us three hadn’t faded; if anything, the threat of annihilation sharpened it into something desperate, almost feral.

“I am Milos Levin. And you are?” He pronounces it Milosh, and I have no idea why I’m blushing again. When he speaks Russian it’s fluid, yet when he speaks English there is barely a trace of an accent. Was English his first language? “Celia Parker. You’re also mafia. You left that part out.” His smile deepens. “Is it so obvious? For Russians, we are Bratva.” “Obvious you’ve killed people, probably with your bare hands? Yes. Also Carlo loves to make mafia come to him. The people whose asses he wants to kiss, he goes to them or meets them at his restaurant.”

I said quietly. He lifted a hand, stopping me. “You don’t have to thank me,” he said. “This is my family too.” But I still did. “Thank you.” The words cracked coming out of me. Darian’s expression softened just slightly before Adrian stepped closer. “That was the right move,” Adrian said. “The police won’t dig underground unless something points them there, but criminals don’t plan like businessmen. If they’re involved, they’ll talk. The Bratva will make sure of it.”

My pulse pounded in my ears. “What do you mean?” Cole asked, but there was no hint of surprise in his voice. He seemed to be just giving her a chance to continue what she was saying. I clenched my fists as I began to realize what's happening. I could hear the silent murmurs of the guests around me. Their silent gasps. Their judgments. Jade lifted her chin. “Master Bryan collaborated with the Chastier Mafia to kidnap Bright.” The words slammed into me like a freight train. I was already expecting her to say it, but to hear it loud and clear still sent a thousand bolts all over my body.

132 Gustavo (Adrian’s Uncle | Presumed Dead) The mafia had the most advanced criminal minds my ass. It’s almost disappointing how easy it was. For men who built empires on fear, they never once considered they could be outplayed. “Should we send a vehicle after her?” Barbara, my secretary, asked as I took a seat, not looking away from the monitors that had Emilia walking away from Raffael’s car in the rain. The footage flickered slightly, but not enough to miss anything important. Not enough to miss the tension.

“Ivan Morozov brought her as partial payment.” Dimitri turned to face me, raising an eyebrow as he noticed my eyes on his. His eyes were gray, his hair was black, his jaw sharp, his face brutally handsome in a way that felt almost cruel. A scar cut through his left eyebrow, making him look more dangerous. His gaze moved over my bruised wrists, my split lip, my torn dress. And that was when my wolf surged so violently I almost gasped. Mate. Dimitri’s eyes said that he felt it too, and I forced myself, despite the pain and surprise, to look away.

Alpha Jason said. "Yes, your highness." The guard replied and left. The guard announced the arrival of klara and Erica. They both bowed to the Alpha and went to sit down. Few minutes later the guards brought Elder Xavier. The guards announed the arrival of Beta Lucas. "Your highness." Beta Lucas bowed down. "Any information?" Alpha Jason asked. "Your highness, Elder Xavier is not the only one part of the robbery, two other elders are part." Beta Lucas said.

“You sure?” “Yes. Besides, if someone is dumb enough to steal from you, I’ll track the stupid fucker down and get it back before killing him.” Her tongue comes out to wet her lips while her eyes search mine, then she asks, “Have you killed a lot, huh?” Lifting my hand, I brush a couple of her hair strands behind her ear. “Do you really want to know, what goes on?” I retort before she finishes her question. “The Bravta is this whole other side of you that I really don’t know about.”

“That’s only the beginning. Misha will want to know what happened to Joy. Carlos will try to make a deal and then he’ll walk away free and clear. He’ll be free to start all over again and the first thing he’ll do is come after me.” Nikoli smiled. “That’s where you would be wrong, my dear. If you think for one moment that Serrgi will make a deal with the likes of Carlos Lopez, you couldn’t be more wrong. Sergi is old school Bratva. Carlos is nothing more than a coward and the moment he tries his bullshit with Sergi, he will feel the full wrath of the Bratva.” “Then let’s all do our job and get the evidence we need to bring him to justice,” Yuri suggested. “But first, let’s get some breakfast.

“This is your last warning. Stay away from me. “ With those words, she begins to walk away. I reach out and grab her wrist to stop her, but Veronica snatches her hand from me and my mouth opens in shock when she raises her hand, striking me hard across the face. “Do not touch me and do not speak to me. “ There’s a fire in her eyes as she turns away. I raise my hand to my cheek and press it against the burning skin as I watch her frame disappear. She just… She slapped me. ARABELLA. “Well, that was an experience. “ I say as we walk out of the theater. “One I doubt everyone present enjoyed because you wouldn’t stop screaming. “ Alex mocks and I gasp. “I wasn’t screaming that loud. “ “Yes, you w