Bratva Billionaire: A Russian Mafia Romance (Russian Underworld Book 3)

  CONTENTS

  Bratva Billionaire

  Bratva Billionaire

  NEWSLETTER

  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

  Epilogue

  Extended Epilogue

  NEWSLETTER

  A MAN WHO KNOWS WHAT HE WANTS

  BRATVA BEAR SHIFTERS

  LAIRDS & LADIES

  RUSSIAN UNDERWORLD

  IRISH WOLF SHIFTERS

  About the Author

  BRATVA BILLIONAIRE

  AN OLDER MAN YOUNGER WOMAN ROMANCE

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  RUSSIAN UNDERWORLD, 3

  FLORA FERRARI

  Copyright © 2019 by Flora Ferrari.

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  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.

  BRATVA BILLIONAIRE

  Roman

  When I first met her she pretended not to want me, but I could see the truth in her eyes. Soaking wet from the rain, I vowed right there and then to track her down and make her mine. I wasn't expecting her to worm her way into my life through my dogs, the very next day, but Chloe Wilson is nothing but surprising. I should have expected nothing less from the woman of my dreams.

  But if it's not my money she's after, will she ever be comfortable with my job for the Bratva, or am I wasting my time thinking that she could finally be my happy ever after? I never knew I wanted a wife before I met her, but now only claiming her as my own is the only thing that will do. And I won't let anybody get in the way.

  Chloe

  When my perfect best friend gets me a dog sitting gig, the last thing I expect is to catch the attention of my insanely hot Russian billionaire boss. Not only is Roman Dvornikov nearly two decades older than me, but he has the pick of any woman he wants in the whole of Miami. Including my best friend. What could he possibly see in a girl with a heightened sense of injustice who's been struggling to hold down a steady job since high school? I'm going to take some convincing.

  But when my father gets into trouble with some local heavies, Roman steps in to offer protection in more ways than one. Is he just taking what he can get from the girl desperate to give him her very first time, hoping it's forever, or is he in it for the long haul too? My heart's on the line, but he already had it the moment I met him.

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

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  CHAPTER ONE

  Chloe

  Destiny Grainger always had excellent hair and a plan for everything. Straight out of school, she'd gotten her childcare qualifications and set up her own business and everything she touched turned to gold.

  Me, not so much. If she wasn't my lifelong best friend I would have hated her on principle. But she was, and that was why she knew that dragging me down to Sunny Isles to scope out all the Russian billionaires and watch the gold-diggers with bikini bodies sunning themselves on the perfect white sands of the beach was exactly what I needed. The pair of us mere mortals took up precious square footage right in the middle of it all and slurped on frozen drinks made of nothing but chemicals I couldn't even spell right.

  Since we were sixteen, this had been our go-to place for curing any kind of bad mood.

  "Wait for it. Wait for it. That skater is going down!" Sure enough the blonde nearly crashed into the jogger who'd been too busy on his cell phone to notice. I snorted a laugh as they waltzed a step or two and the woman on skates skittered about.

  Destiny didn't seem amused.

  "You know what your problem is, Chloe?" She had the straw of her raspberry slushie in her mouth and she was talking to me between a brain freeze, making a face as she swallowed.

  I grimaced, tearing my attention away from the collision and back to the serious tone of my friend.

  "Please, enlighten me."

  She rolled her eyes.

  "No, seriously. Do. Help me out. Hell if I know what I'm doing wrong all the time."

  "You want everyone to be a nice person."

  I side-eyed her through my sunglasses. "Says the woman who spends her life being nice to everyone."

  She held up a hand. "Not everyone. And anyway, it's not like I can't tell who's an asshole or not. I just think about the kids, and the money and suddenly I can be nice as pie. But we're talking about you and your expectations. I hate to say it Chlo, but you gotta downgrade them or nothing's ever going to work out."

  I jabbed at my frozen yoghurt with the itty bitty plastic spoon. I'd just been fired from my latest job ferrying tourists out along the coast down to the Florida Keys, dolphin spotting. It wasn't the first time an employer of mine had called time.

  "You should have seen them, Desta. I don't care how much you've paid for the boat ride, the dolphins are wild creatures. You do not throw Coke cans at them when they don't jump up in the air like the ones at SeaWorld. And Hank has another thing coming if he thinks I'm going to let a whole bunch of tourists with too much money mess with them just because they want a photo to pin up on the internet."

  She stretched out her toes in the sand, tilting her sunglasses to look at me over the top of them. She looked kinda like a movie star from the fifties or something - all old fashioned glamor and elegance. "Yeah. I totally agree, but... Isn't that kinda what the whole job was supposed to be?"

  I gritted my teeth and folded my arms across my chest, not too old at twenty-one to be above a bit of pouting. "Yes, maybe. Okay fine. But it was ridiculous. And I didn't want to be part of it anymore." I wrinkled my nose. "Maybe it wasn't such a good fit for me."

  Her Russian vocabulary book lay discarded on the towel next to her bottle of suntan lotion because heaven forbid she waste an opportunity for self-improvement. Destiny had everything planned out.

  "Exactly. You've just got to go for things that are more you."

  That was all she'd ever done. I swear, Destiny knew herself from the age of five when she was lining all our dolls up in a circle and playing mommy. How I hadn't learnt more from her about how to have my life together, I would never know. Somehow, I was still her polar opposite. The kind of girl who wears soccer shorts and tank tops and sliders and scrapes my hair up in a ponytail to keep it out of my face, ball cap on most of the time.

  "Trouble is, nothing's a good fit for me."

  Destiny handed me her slushie and I traded her my fro-yo before taking a long indulgent pull on the thick straw, sucking the sugary ice mix into my mouth.

  "That's not true you're excellent with animals. And boats. You'd be awesome working at the marine rescue center if they weren't such sticklers about qualifications. Did you ask your dad again about working with him?"

  I'd grown up on the water. My Dad captained charter boats and he always joked that I'd been born part dolphin. I'd have joined the business with him, but he kept trying to turn me off it. Kept telling me it wasn't the life I wanted. That I could make better money doing other things, which was all well and good, except so far that hadn't panned out and any money would have been better than no money at all.

  He’d changed his tune lately. Started saying it wasn't family friendly, despite there being no boyfriend on the horizon, let alone anyone who was going to be my baby daddy. Said he didn't want me mixed up with the kind of people who asked him to do the Cuba runs. Said he had all the crew he needed, that most of them were single man, and I didn't have the experience. Which was bullshit and we both knew it. He thought I should be doing something like Destiny.

  Because Destiny was like a swan - all grace above the water with her feet madly paddling away, only no one would ever know it. Me, I was a manatee. Kind of cute, if you looked at me the right way. Sorta docile. Going nowhere fast.

  She made a sympathetic face at my silen
ce on the topic of my Dad and handed me back my frozen yoghurt. We both knew the answer to that question.

  Coming out of school had kind of been false start after false start, without the glorious take off. I was still waiting for it to happen. But it seemed like everything I wanted required some kind of college degree, and I couldn't even think about getting one through night school if I couldn't hold down a job long enough to make some money.

  The trouble was, where she had it all figured out, I really didn't. She liked kids just about as much as breathing, so childcare had always made sense for her. Don't get me wrong, I thought kids were cute. It's just that after one too many bad experiences babysitting for my cousin Wanda growing up, I knew what shits they could really be, and the only kids I was ever really going to like were going to be my own.

  "You could always come work with me for a bit? We're coming up to Russian baby season. I bet I could get you something."

  I gave her a long look.

  Destiny dealt strictly with under fours and seemed to have no issues with cleaning up poop and getting vomited all over. I was guessing it came easier when you were getting paid some serious moolah.

  Me, I liked marine animals. Dolphins and whales and manatees. Loved snorkeling in the tropical waters down by the Keys any chance I could get. Which wasn't going to turn into any kind of job at all unless I could learn to stomach being nice to moron tourists with too much money. Maybe I should have learned to scuba dive instead, but that was a rich man's game and I didn't have the cash to pay for all the gear, let alone the dive qualifications I'd need to become an instructor. Money really did make the world go around, and I always seemed to be on the wrong side of having enough.

  "It wouldn't have to be forever. You'd be fine. Mostly it's changing diapers. Maybe doing a couple of feedings. The babies are so small, it's just about giving the mommas a break so they can go out for dinner, or take a nap."

  "I don't know." I let out a groan and flopped back on my towel in the sand. "I love you to pieces, and I know it's your dream, but I just can't see myself doing nanny stuff."

  Destiny rolled onto her front, propping herself up on her elbows and her polka dot bikini stretched impressively over her ample cleavage, making me a little self-conscious about my flat-chestedness. "Okay. But... Maybe I can find something that would suit you. It wouldn't be forever. That's the beauty of it. I'm telling you, you need to come work in Sunny Isles. The Russians are way better bosses that the jackasses you've been dealing with. They pay for everything and they disappear back to Moscow or wherever as soon as the summer comes around. You could make enough for the marine biology course"

  I sat up sharply. "What? Seriously? You think they'd pay me that much money?"

  Lounging next to me on the sand, she waved her hand towards the gleaming row of glass and steel buildings that the sun was reflecting off of. "Look where we are, Chloe. You know how much those apartments go for?"

  I shook my head dumbly, eyes widening by the minute. Locals like us couldn't even dream of affording an apartment here, and during the winter months, you couldn't move for hearing Russian everywhere.

  "Let's just say it's more than your course is going to cost."

  The pair of us were in the cheap seats, away from the hotel loungers and the stretch of the beach reserved for the zillionaires who lived in the gleaming glass and steel high rises that overlooked the turquoise ocean. At least half the year anyway. She was right. This could be my ticket to finally getting where I wanted to be.

  It shouldn't have surprised me that they were willing to pay a lot of money to get what they wanted. At least, not for Destiny. She was good at her job.

  We were solely here for the beach, and to do a little bit of scoping out of hunky male goodness. Part of Desta's plan was to find herself an insanely gorgeous Russian oligarch who wanted to make babies with her, instead of giving her the children of his wife to look after. Personally I thought she was probably going about it the wrong way, given that she only ever met these guys after there were kids in the picture, but I wasn't going to burst her bubble.

  Today, there were a lot of buff bodies to scope out, and maybe neither of us had really had time for men when we were in school, but we could still look. And appreciate the muscles.

  I nudged her as a particularly well-muscled surfer type strolled past, and raised one eyebrow. "Well hello there hotness, do you mind if I rub suntan oil all over your beautiful body?"

  Destiny giggled.

  The pair of us were as bad as each other. We'd neither of us had time for boyfriends. There was too much else to sort out, and besides, the boys at school had been spilt between the kind of geeks who spent most of the summer glued to their computers and the jocks on the sports teams who weren't going to give either of us a second look because neither of us were Malibu Barbie. But we could fantasize.

  "So, you seriously think you could get me some work?" I sat up, cross legged on my towel, playing with the sand, because I've never been able to sit still all that long.

  Desta pulled her phone out and scrolled through to her client list and her calendar, already nodding. "I totally can. If you take Roman, then that frees me up for my new client."

  "Wait, it doesn't matter that I don’t have the same qualifications as you?"

  "I'm not leaving you with newborns. This is an old client. And... anyways, it was a favor he was asking me because he knows I do so well with his friends and clients' kids. It's... kind of not my usual job."

  I narrowed my eyes at her. "What's the catch?"

  "It's two five year olds. They're super cute. Won't be any trouble. Especially not for you."

  "Five?" I could feel my face fall. "Why especially not for me? Do you not remember the time I had to cut bubblegum out of my hair that time I looked after Wanda's kids and you had to stop me from trying to kill them. Oh come on Desta, you said they were babies!"

  "Chloe, you'll be fine. Five year old dogs."

  My face lit up and I let out a short laugh. "You're kidding right?"

  "He loves his dogs, and he kind of has trust issues. He figured I was so good with babies, I could be good for his dogs"

  "I love dogs. Dogs are so much better than babies."

  "See, I knew you'd be perfect for this. I'm texting him right now."

  "Wait, really?"

  "Yes, really. You're the perfect person for this. I should have passed him off onto someone else but he always recommends me when people he knows come over to give birth... and he kinda seems to know a lot of people. I really didn't want to snub him."

  I took another bite of my frozen yoghurt, making sure to get a good scooping of sprinkles. "How many people are we talking? You think there's something dodgy going on?"

  Destiny shrugged. "At least half a dozen in the past year. I don't ask those kinds of questions. I mean, he's well connected. I guess they ask him because he lives over here, mostly. I think he does something financial. Like... turn lots of money into even more money."

  "Oh my God, is he some kind of Russian Mafia kingpin."

  Destiny's lips went thin and her eyes turned shifty. She leaned in, and her voice went so low I had to strain to hear her. "He so is. But I never ask. And I play it totally oblivious. I strongly advise you do the same."

  I grinned. "Don't ask, don't tell. I like that policy. I like the sound of this job too. See, that's the kind of thing I need to get into."

  Destiny laughed. "Well, maybe you'll do so well looking after his dogs he'll fall in love with you and whisk you away to live the life of a mafia billionaire wife."

  I snorted. "Yeah right."

  "I don't know. He really loves his dogs"

  The unmistakable roar of a sports car engine echoed sharply off the tall buildings from the road behind the beach, and half a dozen people strained to see the flash of bright blue streak pass, clinging to the road.

  I glanced across to Destiny and she raised her eyebrows. "Think, Chloe, play this right and this time next year, that could be you."

  I shook my head, rolling my eyes at her and set my empty yoghurt cup down in the sand next to my towel. "Come on, are we going swimming or what?"

  CHAPTER TWO

  Roman

  Changing gears with perfect efficiency, I blasted out of the garage entrance to The Porsche Design Tower, the building I called home when I was in Miami, and roared up the street. Reverberations from the V8 engine echoed between the glass and steel of the buildings, and every pedestrian on the street and down on the beach turned to stare. I knew why. The roar of a V8 was hard to ignore and it rippled through the beach scene in a way no other sound could. I loved it.