The Mistake (Volkov Bratva #3) Read Online Sam Crescent

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Mafia, Suspense Tags Authors: Series: Volkov Bratva Series by Sam Crescent
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Total pages in book: 102
Estimated words: 96714 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 484(@200wpm)___ 387(@250wpm)___ 322(@300wpm)
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Unlike some of my other prisoners, I had fed Charlotte. At first, she refused to eat. My staff also couldn’t go into her prison or any room I placed her, as she often found ways of escaping, so it had been left to me.

Of course, on my country property, where I’d taken her, there had been no place for her to run. My grounds were secured tight. I had cameras everywhere, with access to them, twenty-four seven. It had been easy to find her. Every single time.

When I’d started to take her food, she hadn’t been able to escape. Her tricks didn’t work on me. Each time she attempted to faint, I’d closed the door, locked it, and placed the food on the table. She’d refuse to eat, and I was okay with that. I sat and waited until she ate the food. Between the two of us, she got incredibly bored fast. Not me. I found her behavior interesting.

She didn’t go crazy being alone or locked up. I had a feeling I knew why, but I never approached the subject. Charlotte was not there to make friends.

Ivan Volkov suddenly entered the main church and walked down the aisle. His jacket was buttoned up and his strides were purposeful. He nodded at some people, before approaching me and Slavik.

“Has she run?” I asked. I hoped she had. She wouldn’t get far, but for a tiny hour or so, I might get my freedom back.

“No, she is ready. Rage is bringing her down. Cassie, her sister, will be entering the main aisle soon.”

I stared at Ivan. Something was off about him. Different. I wasn’t exactly sure what it was, but he didn’t seem like himself. I wanted to ask him if everything was okay, but now was not the time.

The church went silent and Ivan moved into position as did Slavik. Victor Abdulov and Peter Orlov, along with Andrei Belov, were also present at my wedding. All of Ivan’s remaining brigadiers. Oleg Pavlov was gone. Not that I ever liked that manipulating son of a bitch. He was the one brigadier Ivan placed, that I couldn’t stand.

If I was being truthful, I didn’t like any of them, but Oleg had been the one I couldn’t stand. Part of me had known he’d become a traitor, and I’d been proven right. He’d been the one I would have taken the war to if Ivan had died. As it was, Ivan wasn’t dead, Oleg was, and until Ivan picked a sixth brigadier, he and the remaining five of us had been dealing with Oleg’s business deals and assets. Everything he had been or hoped to be was neatly wrapped up for us to claim for the Volkov Bratva.

Cassie entered the main church, followed quickly by Aurora and Adelaide. The last two were Slavik and Andrei’s wives. They were dressed as bridesmaids. Other than Cassie, Charlotte didn’t have anyone else to be a bridesmaid. She had no friends, nothing.

Ivan had asked Aurora and Adelaide, and the two women had agreed. They hadn’t even met Charlotte. No one had. She’d been in my country home the entire time Ivan organized this wedding. I could only imagine he used a wedding planner, otherwise, he did this all himself.

With the bridesmaids across from me, it was time to bring my bride.

I spotted Rage. He sported his leather cut. Ivan had insisted on it being a tuxedo affair, but like all the Evil Savages MC, they hadn’t listened to Ivan. That was their first mistake. Rage was in charge of the club, but there would be consequences for not following Ivan’s orders.

Charlotte’s face was hidden behind a veil. She held onto Rage’s arm. I did notice the tightness of her grip. The dress she wore was beautiful. The veil came to below her chin, but the dress had no straps. The bodice was molded to her like a corset, wrapping around her tits, gliding down her waist, and ending at her hips. It gave the illusion of a tiny waist.

Charlotte was not a small woman. Trust me, I knew. The few times I’d caught up with her, she’d gone limp in my arms, attempting to drag me down and stop me from taking her back to my home. She was not light.

She possessed curves, and when she wasn’t trying to starve herself, she also had quite a bit of an appetite. I’m not going to lie, I enjoyed watching her eat. It was a pleasure I didn’t think I’d enjoy but I did.

Rage got her close and I took the few steps down, waiting for him to place her hand within mine. Ivan insisted we follow tradition. Rage was not Charlotte’s father, but with how he’d fought for her and turned against his original MC President, he was the closest thing she had to a father. I didn’t trust him.


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