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  BRITISH BRATVA

  AN OLDER MAN YOUNGER WOMAN ROMANCE

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  RUSSIAN UNDERWORLD, 2

  FLORA FERRARI

  CONTENTS

  Copyright

  Series

  A Man Who Knows What He Wants

  Bratva Bear Shifters

  Lairds & Ladies

  Russian Underworld

  This Book

  British Bratva

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Chapter 22

  Chapter 23

  Chapter 24

  Chapter 25

  Chapter 26

  Chapter 27

  Chapter 28

  Chapter 29

  Chapter 30

  Chapter 31

  Chapter 32

  Chapter 33

  Chapter 34

  Chapter 35

  Chapter 36

  Chapter 37

  Chapter 38

  Chapter 39

  Epilogue

  Extended Epilogue

  Series

  A Man Who Knows What He Wants

  Bratva Bear Shifters

  Lairds & Ladies

  Russian Underworld

  Newsletter

  COPYRIGHT

  Copyright © 2019 by Flora Ferrari.

  All Rights Reserved.

  No part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by any electronic or mechanical means, including information storage retrieval systems, without written permission from the author, except for the use of brief quotations in a book review.

  This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

  The following story contains mature themes, strong language and sexual situations. It is intended for mature readers.

  A MAN WHO KNOWS WHAT HE WANTS

  Book 1: Baby Lust

  Book 2: Veteran

  Book 3: Built

  Book 4: Bambino

  Book 5: Rescued

  Book 6: Leader

  Book 7: Professor

  Book 8: Burned

  Book 9: Worldly

  Book 10: Pistol

  Book 11: Policed

  Book 12: Driven

  Book 13: Lucky 13

  Book 14: Lumberjacked

  Book 15: Protector

  Book 16: Carpenter

  Book 17: Italian Stallion

  Book 18: Gardener

  Book 19: Budapest Billionaire’s Virgin

  Book 20: Billionaire’s Babysitter

  Book 21: Cocky CFO

  Book 22: Fireman’s Filthy 4th

  Book 23: Mechanic

  Book 24: SEAL’s Secret

  Book 25: Police, Pooch, and Smooch

  Book 26: Fireman’s Fake Fiancée

  Book 27: Billionaire’s Virgin Ballerina

  Book 28: Bitcoin Billionaire’s Babysitter

  Book 29: Veterans Day Daddy

  Book 30: Cowboy’s Christmas Carol

  Book 31: Police Officer’s Princess

  Book 32: Statham

  Book 33: Bodyguard

  Book 34: Greek God

  Book 35: Billionaire Single Dad's Babysitter

  Book 36: Mountain Man

  Book 37: SEAL’s Justice

  Book 38: Royal Romance

  Book 39: Doctor Mountain Man’s Special Delivery

  Book 40: Crocodile Dan D

  Book 41: Mountain Man’s Secret Baby

  Book 42: Doctor Bad Boy’s Secret Baby

  Book 43: Cop’s Babysitter

  Book 44: Nanny for the Cop Next Door

  Book 45: Small Town SEAL’s Saving Grace

  Book 46: Cop’s Fake Fiancée

  Book 47: Billionaire’s Nanny

  Book 48: Cowboy’s Babysitter

  Book 49: Steamy

  Book 50: Brother’s Best Friend

  Book 51: Possessive Professor

  Book 52: Firefighter’s Babysitter

  Book 53: Soldier’s Secret Baby

  Book 54: Ward’s Independence Day

  Book 55: Doctor Next Door

  Book 56: Possessive Policeman

  Book 57: Coached by the MMA Fighter

  Book 58: Boss’s Babysitter

  Book 59: Virgin in New York

  Book 60: Rock Star’s Baby

  Book 61: Possessive Protector

  Book 62: Possessive Australian

  Book 63: Best Friend’s Brother

  Book 64: Possessive Cowboy

  Book 65: Summer Romanced

  Book 66: Possessive Prince

  Book 67: Lovers’s Enemy

  Book 68: Cop’s Best Friend

  Book 69: Possessive Firefighter

  Book 70: Football Next Door

  Book 71: Doctor December

  Book 72: Possessive Canadian

  Book 73: Blue Collar Billionaire

  Book 74: Possessive K-9 Cop

  Book 75: Possessive Brazilian

  Book 76: Hockey Obsession

  Book 77: Possessive Boston Irish American MMA Fighter

  Book 78: Halloween Next Door

  Book 79: Possessive Russian

  Book 80: Baseball Mine

  Book 81: Cop’s Caribbean Captive

  Book 82: Instalove Island

  Book 83: Dad’s Best Friend

  Book 84: Thanksgiving with Dad’s Boss

  Book 85: Possessive Italian Neighbor

  Book 86: Possessive Portuguese

  Book 87: Possessive Christmas Cop

  Book 88: Russian’s Obsession

  Book 89: Possessive Doctor’s Christmas

  Book 90: Possessive Parisian Pilot

  Book 91: U.K. Boxing Day

  Book 92: Jealous Russian Stalker

  Book 93: Italian Mountain Man

  Book 94: Aggressive Russian

  Book 95: Possessive Valentine

  Book 96: Possessive Hunter

  Book 97: Dad’s Russian Mafia Friend

  Book 98: Russian Teacher

  Book 99: Australian Obsession

  Book 100: Russian Next Door

  Book 101: Dad’s Irish Friend

  Book 102: Nanny for the Russian Mafia

  Book 103: Best Friend’s Dad

  Book 104: Basketball Babymaker

  Book 105: Possessive Veterinarian

  Book 106: Brother’s Fireman Friend

  Book 107: Brother’s Canadian Cowboy Friend

  Book 108: Summer Vacation with Dad’s Best Friend

  Book 109: Dad’s Italian Mafia Friend

  Book 110: Dad’s Irish Mafia Friend

  Book 111: Dad’s Football Friend

  Book 112: Possessing His Dancing Queen

  Book 113: Brother’s Cop Friend

  Book 114: Halloween With Dad’s Best Friend

  Book 115: Claimed By Her Boss

  Book 116: Possessive Rider

  Book 117: Dad’s Ex-Biker Buddy

  Book 118: Possessive Undercover Cop

  Book 119: Falling For Her Boss

  Book 120: Claiming His Fashionista

  Book 121: More Than Dad’s Best Friend

  Book 122: Th
anksgiving With Dad’s Best Friend

  Book 123: Bossy Italian

  BRATVA BEAR SHIFTERS

  Book 1: Dad’s Russian Mafia Bear Best Friend

  Book 2: Babysitter For Dad’s Russian Mafia Bear Friend

  LAIRDS & LADIES

  Book 1: Possessive Highlander

  RUSSIAN UNDERWORLD

  Book 1: Brooklyn Bratva

  Book 2: British Bratva

  BRITISH BRATVA

  Maxim

  Staking out the London journalist who's set on exposing the Bratva's money launderer, my mission is to stop him in his tracks. But it's the man's stepdaughter who stops me in mine. The younger woman I fall in love with from a distance is everything I ever wanted and when I find out he's been hurting her, there's nothing I won't do to make her mine.

  Elizabeth

  All I wanted was to find a way to tear down my stepfather's reputation and make a life of my own on the other side, but when a mysterious Russian keeps turning up to save the day, I have to make a choice between the plans I made and the future I never thought I'd have.

  Will I risk everything I thought I ever wanted to give myself body, soul and all of my heart to an older man? Would I join the Russian Mafia to be with him forever?

  *British Bratva is an insta-everything standalone instalove romance with an HEA, no cheating, and no cliffhanger.

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  CHAPTER 1

  Maxim

  From the moment I opened the encrypted email from the account I used to communicate with my Russian brethren back in Moscow, the reason I wanted Pierce Sutherland dead changed.

  In the dark of the supposedly empty apartment I was camped out in, the screen glowed, backlighting the Cyrillic title of the file I decompressed.

  Over fifty JPEGs spooled out, and I clicked through them. The majority showed me dark, determined eyes and perfectly fine features, looking out with a grim stoicism that a young woman her age should never have known.

  Her name was Elizabeth Harrington and I'd been obsessed with her from the moment I laid eyes on her through the scope of my rifle from the apartment opposite the Chelsea home she shared with her stepfather. My intended target.

  It wasn't her face I was focused on. Each image showed her baring skin I dreamed of seeing someday for myself up close, without the barrier of a lens, but I never wanted to see it like this. In some images the bruises made pebbled patterns along her ribs. Other pictures, I could make out the imprint of an open hand, or the fingers of his fist.

  I heard a growl, before I realised the sound had come from my throat.

  I already knew the arsehole treated his stepdaughter worse than I'd treat a dog, but the photographs Valentin Rozhkov, my handler and second in command to the current Bratva Autoritat, Yakov Timoshenko, had just sent through were worse than I'd expected.

  In that moment, I couldn't have given fewer fucks about why the Russian President wanted him neutralised, or about the future funds of our organisation that his investigation had hanging in the balance. Pierce Sutherland was going to look me in the eyes and regret every fly he'd ever swatted, every spider he'd ever crushed. And then I was going to carve him up for touching her and relish every scream.

  "Our hacker pulled them from her computer, Maxim. I think you have what you need to approach her now."

  The clipped Russian accent came clearly through the speaker without a grain of interference, despite the distance between Moscow and London. Unlike Timoshenko, Valentin understood the importance of investing in good kit. He also knew me well enough to know I wasn't going to let what this man had been doing pass.

  "I'm going to kill him with my bare hands. I'm going to rip his head off, and feed his bloody body to the pigs."

  "I thought you might react that way. Focus. Please. I won't ask again. We need his investigation taken apart. Nothing to be published. After that, do as you please. We will need him neutralised I don't care how that happens."

  "When I'm done with him, neutralised won't be the word."

  "Don't get sloppy, Maxim. No mistakes."

  "Maxim Toropov doesn't make mistakes. Goodnight Valentin. I have a dinner to go to."

  I didn't shock easily. I'd been doing wet work for years, straight out of the army after school. I'd honed my killing skills on the battlefield, and when I came back from the army, it was an easy step to tumble into business with some very serious men. I'd seen and done things that would stain my soul black for the rest of eternity. But Sutherland shocked me.

  It took a special kind of bastard to lay a hand on a woman the way he did, for no other reason than his own diminished ego trying for an easy boost. All my kills were necessary, one way or the other, for the good of the Bratva. The world we lived in came with those kind of mortal checks and balances, and I was playing the reaper. It was just a job, but I had no doubt I felt the impact of what I did a thousand times more than Pierce Sutherland.

  The contract on Sutherland should have been just another job. It was. Until it wasn't.

  With the line to Valentin dead, I went over the files again.

  These pictures changed it all. Stretching back years, they showed Elizabeth's progression from girl to woman, along with every bruise she had suffered along the way and in each image her face reflected in the long bedroom mirror I'd watch her stand in front of day after day, was a mask of stony defiance. I wanted to crush the bastard. Rip him limb from limb.

  Over the past three weeks, I'd seen her take these pictures after he cornered her. Up in her room at the top of the house, she'd take out the camera and the laptop she kept hidden, stashed under the floorboards. Now I knew she documented everything he did, each photograph was date stamped and she made short, factual notes that I didn't want to read.

  Tuesday, 9:30pm. Drunk. Backhand.

  It had looked like her escape plan. Something recent. I never dreamt she'd been doing it for years.

  In the three weeks I'd been watching the house, I never saw her cry. I'd see her go up to her bedroom after he'd spewed fury into her face, and stand in front of the mirror and just breathe until her shoulders dropped back down. None of it touched her. The woman had so much self control she awed me. I'd never seen her raise her voice at him once, but when she got up to her room she'd hang a punching bag in the corner and go at it until her knuckles were raw, her t-shirt stuck to her back and her legs too shaky to keep her on her feet.

  I knew that way of keeping demons at bay all too personally. She was strong and capable, why hadn't she left? Why endure all this? I couldn't figure it out.

  Watching her, even from the distance I had to maintain, I saw a woman who might have a chance of understanding who I was in a way nobody else ever had. I'd given up on thinking there would be a woman who'd align herself with the instability and violence that was my day to day. I told myself a woman was a weakness waiting to be exploited, but I wanted Elizabeth Harrington in ways I hadn't wanted anyone for years.

  She was eighteen and vital, against all odds, and I was going to show her what it was like to be protected by a real man. With me in her corner, she'd find out what it was like to know no one was ever going to touch her again, unless she wanted them to. Everything that had led me to this point had been to get me here, to her. And I wasn't going to let her down.

  Pierce Sutherland had to die for all he'd done, and I was going to be the one to end his life and set her free

  Elizabeth

  Cassie folded her arms across her chest as she leaned against the wall around the side of the hotel bar we both worked in, slumping against it with a heavy sigh. She looked old in the dim streetlight. Tired and worn out. I could see the spider web of lines branching out from the corners of her eyes. But she still had a smile for me.

  "Thought that last guy was going to flood the bar with all the drooling he was doi
ng over you. This is why I button my shirt all the way up, kid."

  I rolled my eyes, watching her light up a cigarette. She was old school. One of the last remaining refusers to vape. "Yeah, yeah."

  It didn't bother me who looked. Maybe it should have. Maybe I'd have cared more if I didn't have other things to worry about. But it was just my body. That was a mantra I'd learned pretty well.

  "You're attractive, Elizabeth. They're going to look if you give them something to look at."

  "Maybe I don't care."

  Sometimes, I thought it would be amazing to have some gorgeous guy with a perfect smile touch me and kiss me, and treat me like I was just another pretty girl. That was the part of me that slipped my top button and made sure my shirt fit right, the part of me that thought it would be nice to have a little fun, like all the rest of my classmates.

  But most of the time I didn't think that at all. I thought about my stepdad, because the men here were closer to him in their fancy suits with their Pinot Noir and their Cabernet Sauvignon than any idea of someone who was going to come and whisk me away. At the gym I went to, they were all tough guys who didn't know what to make of me in my baggy clothes and standoffish attitude. There weren't any boys at school. And I’d nearly broken the hand of the last customer who decided it was okay to grab me.

  Cassie was the only reason I didn't get fired on the spot.

  She'd been good to me since I tried to con her into believing I was old enough to serve alcohol when I walked in trying to get a job with a cringe-worthy fake ID and the idiocy of fifteen year olds all over the world.

  I think she saw the desperation in my eyes when no one else did, because I can’t think of another reason why she would have humoured me and my cut-glass accent and juvenile snark enough to give me a job in the back washing glasses.

  A year on, she never replaced me with anyone else to stack the dishwasher when I graduated to bar work for real, and two years after that, I was still here. I owed her so much more than she could ever have known.