The Hacker (Chicago Bratva #5) Read Online Renee Rose

Categories Genre: Crime, Mafia, Romance, Suspense Tags Authors: Series: Chicago Bratva Series by Renee Rose
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Total pages in book: 67
Estimated words: 64993 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 325(@200wpm)___ 260(@250wpm)___ 217(@300wpm)
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We sit in silence for a few moments. “I don’t believe you.”

My laugh is dark and bitter. “No? Why not?”

“You wouldn’t do that. He chose to come with you, right?”

A shudder of some unknown emotion runs through me. Guilt? Shame? The darkness of those early days, those early years washes over me like a dark bloodstain. One that will never come off, no matter how light or easy our existence in Ravil’s cell may seem in comparison.

“He chose.” The guilt of it nearly suffocates me. “He came with me when I borrowed the money. He was part of it from the beginning. He did it all for me.”

“Why is that so wrong?” Her voice is so soft it can’t be registered as a challenge. It’s like her questions the other night, after the mud sex. What if it was no one’s fault?

But I don’t know how to see things if not through the lens and weight of my own guilt.

“It’s wrong because we died that night.”

Natasha goes still, waiting for more.

I work to swallow and fail. This is not a story I’ve ever told. Nikolai and I don’t talk about it. The rest of the brotherhood wouldn’t ask—they have their own stories to hold.

“The bratva…” My voice sounds rusty. “We swear an oath to the brotherhood and one part is to cut ties with all other family. That way no one ever has leverage over you, and your ties are only to your brothers.”

Natasha is quick to follow. “Your family thinks you both are dead.”

I nod. “Da.” For a moment, I can’t speak, the shame and horror of what we put our mother through ripping me to shreds. And then I start talking. “We were seventeen. It was just our mom—our dad walked out when we were six. We were all she had.” My throat tightens around a well of pain.

Natasha covers her mouth, her eyes swimming with the tears I haven’t produced. Like she’s my surrogate heart, willing to emote what I’ve held in all these years.

“She thinks we died in a car crash—our car went into an icy river, and no bodies were ever found.”

“Oh God,” Natasha whispers.

I nod, grateful she understands the magnitude of it all. How horrible a man I truly am.

“Can you imagine how much she must have suffered?” My voice breaks.

“No.” A tear tracks down Natasha’s cheek. She brushes it away with the back of her hand. “That’s awful, Dima. I can tell it’s killing you.”

Killing me.

I never thought of it that way. I thought of it as something in the past. A metaphoric death for both Nikolai and I. The day we entered a life of violence and crime. I didn’t think of it as something that continued to kill me, but she’s right. It’s like a cancer eating a hole in my gut, day by day.

Getting worse as each year passes instead of fading away.

Is Alyona’s death the same? That pain certainly hasn’t eased. Maybe because it’s all tied into the same event. The same time period. I sold my soul for Alyona, broke my mother’s heart and forced my brother into a life of crime, and it never did a bit of good. I couldn’t save Alyona. I just wished I’d died with her.

And, in a way, I had.

It doesn’t take a psychiatrist to point out that I’m hardly in the world of the living. I spend my hours behind a screen because I don’t want to interact with anyone in real life. Even my brothers in the penthouse.

I trace my fingertip over the lichen on the boulder. “We’ve taken care of our mom. I, uh, arranged early retirement, so she gets a healthy pension. And she… wins quite a few contests. Home makeovers and clothing sprees.”

Natasha’s smile is sad. “That’s sweet. At least you can still take care of her from afar.”

Not really, but Natasha calling it sweet is a kindness to me.

We stare into the trees for a few moments, and then Natasha leans her forehead on my shoulder and kisses my biceps. I kiss the top of her head.

We’re sweet.

And it doesn’t feel wrong. This tenderness between us never feels wrong.

“But Ravil has a family. And Maxim has Sasha. And Oleg has Story.” Natasha’s up to speed quickly again.

“Da. Ravil broke the code with Lucy and their baby Benjamin. Then Maxim’s marriage was ordered by the pakhan back in Moscow, by Sasha’s father.” I shrug. “So once they’d broken it, the rules loosened for all of us.”

“So… do you think you could… reach out to your mom now? Maybe tell her you and Nikolai are alive? Visit her?”

Bile rises up my throat. I shake my head. “You think she could forgive the pain we brought her? That she could accept what we’ve become? Nyet. Better to let her believe we are dead.”


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