Glazov (Born Bratva Book 1) by Suzanne Steele Read Free Book Online Page A

me. There was no place I could run because distance wouldn’t protect me either. He had worldwide connections. It always came back to one thing: I needed to try to logically reason with him. That was how I handled issues in the past, and that was how I would handle this issue.

Glazov
    I watched as she entered my home wearing jeans, a t-shirt, no make-up, and carrying a phone in her hand that wasn’t the one I left at her house. She’d just walked in and already I was pissed.
    If I had given that phone to any of my other women, they would have been elated. This wasn’t a matter of my ego, though. I was well aware of the fact that women wanted me for my money and prestige. They used me the same way I used them.
    In my world, being with a Boss was a big deal, so they did what I wanted, when I wanted it. The women I’d been with in the past did whatever I wanted because of who I am, but this woman was different. I had to admit there was a part of me that liked her defiance, but it didn’t matter how much her resistance turned me on. I was all about control, and I would never relinquish that control.
    “We’ll discuss the phone when the doctor leaves.”
    She sat down and ignored me. I could tell she was more concerned about dealing with the doctor than me. I intentionally requested a female doctor to come in for the testing. The thought of any other man spreading open my Ptichka’s legs infuriated me.
    I clenched my fists at the thought of another man touching her. I would definitely be informing her today that if I caught her with another man, I would kill him. It was as simple as that.
    She hadn’t mentioned anything yet about the clothes I left at her house. I had purposely left the clothing and then called Yafon to come pick me up the night before to confuse her. She wasn’t reacting the way I anticipated she would. Getting into her head was proving to be a challenge, and it was one that only spurred me on to persist in cracking the puzzle that was my little Ptichka.
    Every other woman I’d ever been around had been simple to figure out. This one was a complete contradiction. She was a good girl and an independent woman, yet her body cried out to me. She wanted to escape me, yet she wanted me. It was so fucking intriguing.

Kathleen
    I was so relieved to see the doctor Glazov brought in was female. I wasn’t here today because he mandated it; I was here because I wanted to be here. I had no intentions of having sex with anybody else. Hell, the only reason I’d had it with him was because he was blackmailing me. I sure as hell hadn’t planned on enjoying our little fuck sessions.
    The doctor drew our blood and then asked Glazov to leave while she did a pap smear. She was all business, and I was too. I wasn’t in the mood for small talk.
    When she was finished, I immediately got up to leave when Glazov’s voice cut through the air and stopped me.
    “Where do you think you’re going?”
    “Some of us have legitimate jobs, Glazov.”
    He grabbed my wrist, pulled me into his office, and tossed me into a chair. I grabbed the arms of the seat and bit my tongue to keep from mouthing off.
    I tried to lighten the mood by asking for coffee. I didn’t want him to be mad when I tried to reason with him about our situation.
    He called someone to get coffee for me and tea for himself. I watched as he sat behind his desk, and I immediately hated that he had the advantage of being on his home turf. He looked quite at home behind his desk, where I’m sure he ruled his reign of terror.
    I waited until the maid brought in the tray before I started speaking. “This isn’t working out for me. This whole thing where you force your way into my life just isn’t reasonable. Speaking of unreasonable, what’s up with you leaving your tailored clothes in my closet? You and Robin need to work something out. I didn’t take your money, and I am not going to be held liable for it.”
    “Okay, I kill her.” His heavily accented