Arranged Bratva Love

Ive

The honeymoon has come to an end. Last night’s meal was the final evening, and apart from Charlotte’sincident, it went by without a hitch. I left Ivan to talk to everyone at the table while I went to my wife.

Shehad been so freaking nervous going to dinner. I had to calm her down. I didn’t need her to explain to me what happened. The scars on her back, and the few faux pas she’d had during our honeymoon, told me everything I needed to know.

Her father had causedher pain so that she responded naturally to a simple question. I didn’t like it, but I knew Demon had done a number on Charlotte. She was a woman who had never known true kindness or a loving touch. I’d caught sight of her in some mirrors as she hugged me, how happy that simple action was. A kiss. A touch. She loved it. She craved it more than anything.

And right now she was back at my penthousesuite, while I was out in the middle of nowhere, on one of the lands I owned, where both Hank and Benjamin were enjoying their stay. This was not a five-star accommodation. I liked to think the rats had more luxury than my prisoners. Ivan was with me, as was Victor.

Slavik and Andrei had returned to their territories. My honeymoon was over, and now I had to get back to work, which meant dealing with Hank and Benjamin-the two men who hoped to kill me and take over Ivan’s businesses.

Benjamin did not look well at all for hiding. He had grown a beard and even his clothing looked like it had been worn and not seen a washing machine for weeks.

“Did you find him like this?” I asked.

“He was on the streets,” Victor said. “Vlad located him. One of the cops doing a sweep of the neighborhood found him.”

Hank is hanging from the chains in the ceiling. He is like this, withhis feet also bound so that he can be fed and not cause me a headache in dying from starvation. I had given strict instructions on how to keep him alive.

“Hello, gentlemen,” I said.

Benjamin is sitting on the bed, looking pissed off.

Staring between thetwo men, I can tell they’re pissed off. Hank looks more afraid than Benjamin, who looked like he had given up.

“We all know how this works, you’re going to tell us who you worked for,” I said, folding my arms across my chest. “And then you’re going to tell us the deals you made and what you did to get where you are now.””Fuck you,” Hank said. He’s also sobbing so I know captivity is not doing well for him. He’s starting to break. It is kind of impressive. I know men who can’t even last forty-eight hours before they break. He would have made a fine soldier.

I don’t say anything and instead look toward Benjamin who is staring at me. This is a man who has lost everything. I know it. He knows it. When you go into hiding, you don’t end up on the streets, which tells me whatever deal they had made had gone south, very quickly. I watch him. Benjamin shook his head.

“There was nodeal,” Benjamin said.

“No deal?”

“None. Hank and I, we thought we found a way to take this territory. We had enough men, including a couple of disgruntled Evil Savages MC, who gave us bad intel. That’s all it was.”This is the property of Nô-velDrama.Org.

I tut. “You expect me to believe that?” I get to my feet and unlock the cage to Hank. “Is what he is saying true?” I asked.

I already held my knife, but no one else could see it.

Ivan and Victor are watching. I usually like privacy when I extract information from people, but I’m now bored with waiting.

“Yes.” I draw the blade down Hank’s chest. It’s sharp. I don’t even have to press against his flesh. Blood oozes from the cut and seconds later he screams.

“I fucking told you,” Benjamin said.

“You tell me lies. You expect me to believe twothugs, who held two lowly positions on street corners, suddenly had it in their minds to start trafficking women. Two men who didn’t have enough money between them to buy a property to house them in, suddenly have all the deeds as well as details of how to move them through the city, to where they could be transported near the docks?” I asked.

With every word I spoke, Hank’s whimpering increased.

“You underestimated us,” Benjamin said.

“No, I don’t think I did, but you know what, I think I know how to handle this,” Ivan said. “Because I’ve got a damn good idea who you might be working for.”

I turn to look at Ivan. This is not part of theplan. Hank and Benjamin are going to tell me exactly who they work for. I step out of the cage and move toward Ivan.”What are you doing?” I asked.

“Working another angle. They’re not going to tell us, and to be honest, I don’t give a fuck. Their punishment will come. Have Vlad and a few men come in,” Ivan said.

I pull out my cell phone and text Vlad. Ten minutes later, he and four men come in.

“Hurt them,” Ivan said. “Broken bones, the works. But they must be alive.”

Ivan stepped around Vlad and my men, and I follow my boss out of the cages. Once we’re clear, I then call out to him.

“What the fuck is that?” I asked.”We need to know who they’re working for.”

“They’re working for both,” Ivan said.

I had a hunch, but I wanted to get it from them.

“So, what is the plan then? We storm both of them? What?”

“No. Wedeliver Benjamin to the cartel, and Hank gets delivered to the Irish. Simple as that.”

Okay, now I was confused.

“And?”

“When they both turn up dead, and they will, we know the Irish and cartel are involved without even having to cause a war, and then we deal with them.”

Running a hand down my face, I’m not happy. I wanted to draw blood. Those two bastards were responsible for putting a hit out and nearly killing Charlotte.

I see what Ivan is doing. If we get the information from Benjamin and Hank, we must react. It’s the only strong thing to do. However, if we dump their bodies, then the cartel and the Irish won’t know if we extracted that information. They would either have to start the war first or withdraw. This is the more intelligent way to do it, and it would also mean less casualties.

But I know Ivan is up to something as well. Why would he suddenly want to take the easy route?

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Lottie

Ive’s Birthday

Glancing around the penthouse suite, I have checked the candles and they are lit. It is nearly eight o’clock and I asked for Hubert to wait near the door for Ive to arrive. I had been planning this for the past couple of days.

While Ive had been busy withwork, I had been on the phone to Michael, so that I could produce the perfect birthday cake. I was determined to make it for him. I’d even told Cassie not to come around today. I spent the whole day baking. All Ive had to do was turn up on time.

I knew this was hard for him to do, butI had gotten Hubert to text him and asked him, on my behalf, to be home, on time.

He’d snuck out this morning, so I’d not gotten the chance to sing him a happy birthday, or give him a present. I had no idea what to give a man who had everything. Admittedly, what I had gotten him was stupid, but I hope he liked it.

This was the first birthday I had been able to put any real effort into. My dad never allowed me to do anything for him, nor for Cassie. I often made Cassie homemade gifts. Little things like decorating her book covers or cleaning her bedroom. I even did her laundry for her.

Cassie always thanked me. She always saved me cake and we’d even have our own private celebrations together. That was what we did. Always. In secret.

Glancing down at my dress, it was a small red dress, because he liked it. I even had on red lingerie that I knew he liked. I’d left my hair down as he said he loved to play with it.

I was a littlenervous, but not entirely.

Our honeymoon may be over but it wasn’t over over. Ive hadn’t changed, not since coming back, and having to deal with work. He never talked about work, but I knew a lot was going on. Especially as yesterday, Rage called to tell me he was back in the city.

Cassie hadn’t left. She was looking for work, andit seemed she planned to stay. She had asked me if I could talk to Ive about her renting the apartment permanently. I had yet to ask Ive about that. Today was his birthday. It was his special day.

Checking the time, I saw it was a little after eight. Pressing my lips together, I waited, clasping my hands. Ten past eight came and went, as did twenty past, then at eight-thirty, I thought he had forgotten. A minute after, the door opened. I heard the rough timber of his voice, and then the door closing.

Hubert must be leaving.

I waited and seconds later, there was my husband. A few buttons at the top of his shirt were open.

“Charlotte,” he said.

“Happy Birthday.” I didn’t care that he was late. He had arrived home. His steak might be a little overdone, and the potatoes too crispy, but I didn’t care. He’d arrived and that was all that mattered. I moved toward him and wrapped my arms around his waist. Going onto my tiptoes, I pressed a kiss to his lips.

“You didn’t have to do all of this.”

“It is your birthday.”

“I don’t celebrate my birthday.”

“You didn’t celebrate your birthday, and I never celebrated mine, but seeingas we’re together and we can make our own traditions, why don’t we start with this one?”

I pushed some hair off my face and handed him a card and the present I got him.

“Charlotte?”

“What? You don’t think you deserve to be sung to and have abirthday?”

He chuckled but he did take the card and gift. I watched as he tore open the card. All it said was a happy birthday with a balloon and a cake. I didn’t know what kind of card to get him. All of this suddenly seemed extremely lame. I wanted to do something good for him.

“I’m sorry.”

“It’s great,” he said.

“You think so?”

“Yes.”

He put the card on the table and I couldn’t help but smile. The cards I got for Cassie always had to be kept hidden. Even Rage had never displayed any of the birthday cards I made for him.

I ignored those memories and gaveIve his birthday present. With such limited time, I didn’t have a clue what to come up with, and after asking Hubert to take me to a place that made trophies, it had once again seemed like a great idea. Now in practice, it didn’t exactly feel great.

Ive tore into the wrapping and then he burst out laughing. Not fake laughter, actual, from-the-gut laughing. The sound made me smile because I knew I’d been the one to cause that outburst.

I’d gotten him a trophy of a hockey puck, stating he was the number one air hockey player. His name wasinscribed on the trophy as well as stating he was the reining champion. The shopkeeper when I asked him for this, looked at me a little clueless.

“You got me a trophy,” he said.

“I can’t beat you. It makes you number one, and trust me, between now and your next birthday, I’ll do better. You’re not an easy man to buy for.”

I went to move away, but he reached out and grabbed me, pulling me in close.

“All you needed to do, Charlotte, was wrap a giant bow around yourself, and then I could have unwrapped it.”

Now, I did think of that, but I thought it was a bit of a cop-out, so I changed my mind. “Well, you never know what you might get for next year. Now, you can have whatever you want later. I’ve got dinner, getting chewier by the second.”

I was more interested in serving him cake with the candles.

Ive took me by surprise as he kissed me before letting me go and deal with the food. He was sitting at the table as I came to serve him and much to my surprise, it wasn’t too chewy, which I was thankful for. I’d never considered myself a great cook, but slowly, with Michael’s help, I was learning so much more. I did enjoy cooking. It was one of the few pleasures I had while growing up.

After the meal, I told Ive to waitright there, and I disappeared into the kitchen and lit several candles.

Carrying the cake out, I began to sing to him once more. My voice was not great but I was pleased it didn’t wobble as I placed the cake down in front of him. I also hadn’t blown out any of the candles, so yay me.

I clasped my hands together, looked at him, and told him to make a wish. He stared at the cake for several seconds, and then he blew out the candles. I was about to hand him the knife, but Ive captured my wrist and put the knife back down on the table. Before I gota chance to ask him what was going on, he suddenly put his shoulder against my middle, and without any warning, lifted me right up and off the ground, startling me.

“Ive, what are you doing?”

He didn’t say a word, just carried me through to the bedroom. I was already aroused by this point and I didn’t put up a single fight with him. He lowered me to the ground, and I looked up at him, nibbling my lip.

He took care of the dress I had worn for him, quickly, and within a matter of seconds I stood before him with just my underwear on. He flicked the clasp of the bra open, and the panties were no match against his strength as he tore them straight off my body. I stared up at him waiting.

“I love my gifts, but this is even better.” He cupped my tits, pressing them together and I moaned as he took one nipple into his mouth.

He didn’t bite down, but his suction was hard. Ive changed to the second nipple as it became almost too much and he showed my second breast equal attention.

He spun me around so that my back was pressed against his front and then he slowly caressed down my body, going between my thighs, where he began to stroke. Small, tender strokes at first, and then, slowly, he began to speed up. The pleasure was intense, startling me as he worked my body. He stopped and his fingers moved down toward my entrance. He circled me, and then plunged two fingers inside me, making me moan.

I felt the hard ridge of his cock as he thrust it against my back. I was so close to my release that I whimpered as he pulled his fingers from me, and then I was on my knees on the bed. The sound of his zipper coming down echoed around the room and excitement flooded me. Biting my lip, I tensed up as his hands touched my ass, and then he spread the cheeks wide. His fingers once again inside me, and he twisted them so his thumb stroked across my clit.

I loved it when he did this. There was double the pleasure. I loved him being inside me, and I loved my clit being teased. Ive knew exactly what I loved.

He brought me close to release several times, but he wouldn’t let me find that bliss. Hepulled out of my pussy, and I missed his touch instantly. He grabbed my hip with one hand, and the other, I imagined he grabbed himself, ready as I felt the tip of his cock pressing against my core. Inch by inch, he sunk inside me, going deeper, and oncehalf of him was inside me, he grabbed my hips and slammed the last few inches, making me gasp at the sheer force of it. Gripping the sheets tightly beneath me, I couldn’t control the moan that escaped my lips. It was impossible.

“I love the sounds you make,” he said.

I couldn’t contain them. There was no way.

Ive stayedstill, giving me a short time to become accustomed to the feel of his cock within me.

He tightened his grip and then I knew he was about to start moving. Slow at first, making me feel every inch of his length. Then, he began to increase his thrusts, until it wasn’t long before he pounded inside me, making me take all of him.

With the size and width of him, it was next to impossible, but I loved it. He was a mix of pleasure and pain, butit was such a thin barrier, that I loved it more than hated it. I loved having sex with my husband.

I loved Ive’s hands, his cock, his body. I loved being taken by him. Completely.

One of his hands let go of my hip, and he returned to teasing my clit. The orgasm that swept over me was even stronger than ever as I came hard on his length.

Ive joined me seconds later after he fucked me hard, and then spilled his cum deep inside my pussy.