Glazov (Born Bratva Book 1) by Suzanne Steele Page B

me? You underestimate me, Ptichka. Tonight, you become my wife!”
    Shock and fear coursed through my system. He had threatened me with this before. He blatantly told me he would not stop until I bore his surname. It appeared he was going to make that threat a reality. When would I learn that this man always did what he said he was going to do? I understood, in that moment, why his enemies feared him. It was because he never made idle threats. If he told an enemy he was coming for them, they could be certain it would happen. Whether it was a day, a week, months, or even a year later, he would make good on his threat.
    My eyes flew open in horror as I shook my head. “No, I can’t.” My refusal was completely ignored. The only request I was granted was permission to come all over the well endowed cock of my soon to be husband.
    He was calling in all the debts Robin owed him, demanding that I be the one to pay, and there wasn’t a damn thing I could do about it. Day-by-day he gained more control, and day-by-day, I lost the will to fight him.
    How did I, an intelligent, independent, strong-willed woman, become so attached to the kind of man society warned us about? He was the horror that mothers warned their daughters away from, and I was the proverbial moth drawn to the flame that never extinguished.
    My heart was not listening nor adhering to my sense of better judgment. Whether I wanted to face the truth or not, I was falling in love with the man who forced his way into my life and was now forcing me to marry him. It would only be a matter of time before he made good on the threat of making me bear him a child. He was convinced I was the woman destined to carry his Bratva born son, and nothing would change his mind. There would be no escaping him, no divorcing him in later years, and most certainly, there would be no chance of taking his children and running away. I would be the vessel used to bear his children, but in his mind, they would belong to him and so would I.
    I could love them, raise them, and be with them so long as I remained his wife. He would use them as a way to secure me at his side. He grew up knowing the power of family and a mother’s love. If these guys were anything, they were family oriented. Finally, the reason he had been so obsessed with me became clear to me. This was the first time he had ever been in a relationship with a respectable woman. No self-respecting Bratva born male was going to take some floozy home to meet his mother. Even though his parents were deceased, he still had those Bratva traditions ingrained in him from childhood.
    I didn’t need Glazov or anyone else to tell me what my future with him would be like. I would be property—owned by Alexander Glazov. He had been nothing but honest about his intentions towards me since the beginning. He was also straightforward about his beliefs and plans for my future and the future of his legacy.



Chapter Nine
    Kathleen
    I stood and eyed my image in the mirror as the woman who assisted me in getting dressed kept nodding her head with enthusiasm. I wore a white beaded dress, and though it wasn’t a wedding gown, it was nothing shy of stunning. My auburn hair cascaded over my shoulders since Glazov instructed her to leave it down.
    Unlike many women, my auburn locks were natural. I hated it as a child, but as an adult my hair was one of the things I loved most about my looks.
    I looked up to view Glazov walking in with what appeared to be an Orthodox minister. I’m sure there would be some people who would question the validity of our marriage. In the traditional Orthodox church most Russians attended, it was mandated by family that the couple be wed in the church. However, there was no escaping that the law would view it as a binding, legal union. My soon to be husband was racing against the clock, and I’m certain that FBI agent nosing around had something to do with his need to rush the ceremony.
    Just the fact that Glazov had