Deadly (Born Bratva Book 5) by Suzanne Steele Read Free Book Online Page A

showing up to be moral support for the EMS team, either. I’ve gotta get Roksana out of there. Anastasia, too. Fuck…
    I make a hard right and race through the alley, hoping to avoid some of the traffic. Not the best move though, because I have to slow down to avoid the EMS guys as they work on a girl strapped to a gurney.
    I can’t believe what I see as I scan the crowd that’s gathered on the sidewalk. Off to my right, a woman with long blonde hair sprints toward one of the ambulances. It’s not an EMS worker; it’s Anastasia, followed moments later by Roksana.
    Roks looks around, perplexed, until she sees Anastasia’s destination. Her eyes light up wickedly and she breaks into a flat-out run to catch up. The paramedics don’t notice because they’re busy stabilizing their patient in the alley and the club patrons are straining for a better view of the drama, so they sure as fuck aren’t paying any attention either.
    I’m assuming Anastasia’s been successful. I hope so, for her sake. When she saw that I wasn’t at our meeting place behind the club, she must have decided to commandeer an ambulance as her getaway vehicle. Girl can think on her feet, that’s for sure. Stealing an ambulance. Talk about problem solving, this bitch is crazy. I underestimated her.
    She pulls away from the club and I pull up next to her. She spots me and takes her hands off the steering wheel long enough to throw them up in a ‘WTF??’ gesture. Then she points straight ahead and hits the lights and siren. Roksana eggs her on by rolling her window down and laughing hysterically.
    It’s been obvious to anyone who’s seen them together that they’re kindred spirits. They’ve been circling each other cautiously, but no more; this girl is as crazy as Roksana. I know my woman, and I can never let them out of my sight alone. Letting Roksana loose with someone as unhinged as she is would only be asking for trouble.
    Anastasia may have just earned her rightful place in our Bratva cell tonight. Someone else might have freaked out when they came out of that bar to find out their getaway driver wasn’t there waiting—but not this girl. She took control of the situation, acted decisively, and got the hell out of there before anyone could identify her. She did the right thing.
    I follow behind her as she flies down River Road and I know exactly what we need to do. We’ve made it this far without our identity being jeopardized and I have no intentions of that changing.
    I flash my lights to get them to pull over. Roksana yells at her, still laughing. I haven’t seen her have this much fun in a long time. These two are going to be diabolical together and I can only imagine Glazov’s reaction when he gets wind of this. Right now, though, we just need to get rid of this ambulance. I pull up next to them and lower my passenger window.
    “Cut the fucking lights and siren!” I yell, scowling at them as I wave them over to the side of the road. We’ve gotta ditch this ambulance before we get much farther.
    “Oh, I’m going to cut them alright,” she laughs as Roksana hoots and hollers in the passenger seat. “Get ready, girl!” she yells to her enthusiastic passenger.
    My jaw drops when she turns the wheel hard and accelerates as they approach a small lake on the right. What the fuck does she want to do, go for a swim?! They jump from the moving vehicle right before it goes off the bank and into the water. I slam on the brakes and lurch to a stop just in time to see them execute perfect rolling landings. They appear to be unhurt as they laugh their asses off and watch the ambulance disappear beneath the water—lights on and siren wailing.
    Yeah, yeah, it’s funny. Let’s just hope the Pakhan has a sense of humor when he hears about this.

Roksana
    “Come on, babe, let’s do this.” I grab his shirt, buttons flying as I rip the fabric apart. I kick my shoes off and yank his shirt down his arms, tugging it off and letting it fall.