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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“Do you think I would allow you to run on our wedding day?” he asked.

“Why not? It’s not like you want to be married to me.”

“True.”

His words don’t hurt me. It takes a lot to hurt, insult, and offend me. At least my father gave me a thick skin. I think I could take a beating without ratting out anyone. Staring out the window, I watch the passing scenery, not quite taking it in.

When was I going to die? Clasping my hands together, I sink my nails into my flesh and try not to lose it. I can be quite patient. Do I really want to know the end date of my life?

Our drive was silent, of course. Ive never talked to me. He didn’t speak a word. Even when I’d attempted to run from him, he merely carried me back, like it was nothing.

The limousine slowed down, and I glanced out the window to see a beautiful house. It’s not Ive’s, I remember what his home looked like. On one of the few occasions I had run from his home, I’d explored the grounds and found myself at the front of his home.

He lived in a beautiful country home. A place that to me screamed of hope and family, and a future. All of which I was not going to have.

Ive opened his door and slid out. The ground was gravel and I still didn’t have any kind of shoes. Once again, I had no choice but to question what the fuck I was thinking in not wearing shoes. The heels had hurt. I wouldn’t have been able to walk in them, but I’d rather have the heels than step over stones barefoot. Sliding over, I hesitated.

Ive slid his foot close. “Put your foot on my shoe.”

I wanted to pull back and ask to go for a drive, but that would be weak. I put my foot on his shoe. He took hold of my hand and lifted me up and out of the car. One of his arms went to my butt, sliding down toward my knees, and the other rested at my back. The moment he picked me up, I let out a startled cry. He lifted me up with ease, and then kicked the door closed.

“I’m sorry,” I said.

“You should have worn the shoes.”

He carried me through the main doors of the house. At first I thought it might be a hotel, but it wasn’t. People were already there, and a round of applause erupted.

“I see you’ve already carried the bride across the threshold, how traditional,” Ivan said. “You, my sweet, look stunning.”

Ive had placed me on the ground and now Ivan took my hands and smiled at me. He had a scary smile, like he was always plotting something. Was he waiting for the perfect opportunity to kill me? I had no way of knowing what he was thinking or feeling. All I knew was how scary he was.

“Do you mind?” Ivan asked, turning toward my husband.

“Not at all.”

I had no idea what Ive was supposed to not mind, but then Ivan placed a hand at my back and we walked into the main reception. Ah, Cassie told me there would be a party after the wedding.

Staring into the room, I see MC and Bratva all in one place. Maybe my death was going to come faster than I thought.

Chapter Two

Ive

The Evil Savages MC and the Volkov Bratva didn’t mix well when they were sober. At a wedding, it was a recipe for disaster. I couldn’t help but wonder if this was Ivan’s plan all along, if he wanted a reason to cause a fight. We could certainly deal with having most of the Bratva in one place as well as the Evil Savages MC. I don’t understand why he would go through this elaborate ruse just to kill all of them.

“I expect you to take care of her.”

Rage was standing right in front of me.

“She’s my wife. She will be protected.” Not that I answered to this shithead. I didn’t answer to anyone.

His very presence pissed me off. I wanted to take my gun out and shoot him in the face, but I kept in constant control. Now was not the time to start a war, not yet anyway.

“I’ll stay until I’m sure Lottie is safe and happy. Then I’ll take my club and we’ll leave.” Rage held his hand out. “I know she’s not who you would have married, but she’s a good person. Kind. Loving.”

I had to wonder who Rage was talking about. Charlotte hadn’t shown any kind of love or kindness. Admittedly, I’d not given her the chance to either.

“You can leave now,” I said. “You don’t have to worry about Charlotte’s safety. She is Bratva now, and let’s be honest, she was never MC to begin with.”


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