Glazov (Born Bratva Book 1) Read Free

synchronized with my panicked heartbeat. I could hear the laughter of his goons as I hurried past them. They continued to laugh at my expense even as I got in my car and drove away. I’m sure they knew their boss well enough to know he’d scared the shit out of me. For all I knew, that’s how he got his jollies. He sure as hell looked entertained every time I looked at him. Bastard!
    He hadn’t just scared me; he pissed me off. I couldn’t believe he had the audacity to charge my assistant a hundred percent lender’s fee; that was crazy! I wonder if she knew when she borrowed fifty thousand dollars that she would have to pay back double that amount? The way he talked in his office, it was like he believed she borrowed a hundred thousand dollars outright, but I guess that’s the way he saw things.
    I hurried into my home so I could put on something comfortable, pour myself a glass of wine, and try to think through what the hell just happened to me. I could only hope I hadn’t spoken too soon by telling my assistant I would help her. I couldn’t just leave her at the mercy of a madman, not with a clear conscience anyway. I just hoped I wasn’t getting more than I bargained for.
    I grabbed my laptop and sat on the bed to wait for it to boot up. It was time to find out what the Internet had to say about Mr. Glazov. I’d heard all of the horror stories; now, I wanted to know what kind of connections this guy had. I wasn’t so worried about his street connections. I wanted to know if he had connections in the world I lived in, not the world of Bratva.
    By the time I finished at two a.m., I didn’t feel any better. The Internet was full of pictures of him rubbing elbows with government officials at ballets, balls, and fundraisers. Though most of his connections seemed to be Russian dignitaries, I wasn’t so naïve as to think they wouldn’t have American contacts. No, despite their foreign status, I knew those Russian dignitaries would have access to domestic connections, and they would be willing to use them for a man with Glazov’s power. I’d seen enough. I made my way to bed and settled in for a night of restless sleep.

Kathleen
    I stumbled into my office the next morning after a long night of tossing and turning. Huge sunglasses framed my face in an effort to hide my eyes I was certain were puffy and red from lack of sleep. I fumbled with my briefcase and the huge cup of coffee I hoped would energize me. Sighing, I sat at my desk and tried to convince myself that, surely, this man could not be serious about the extent he was willing to go to collect on Robin’s debt. It was settled; I would ignore his absurd request. I hadn’t even known the goon twenty-four hours yet, and he had already completely disrupted my life. I actually felt sorry for anyone who fell prey to him. Falling under the radar of his attentions obviously meant immediate drama, and it was drama I didn’t need or want.
    I pushed the memory of how I felt as he stood behind my chair and whispered threats into my ear out of my mind. What in the world was wrong with me? How was it possible my body could react to this monster? Though I’m sure his intent was to scare me, the words he whispered in my ear had, instead, excited me. I couldn’t help but wonder if that was the way he spoke to all women. Was he just some playboy who knew how to manipulate women with his words? I convinced myself that was the case. It was a much easier truth to accept than allowing my mind to believe there was any sexual chemistry brewing between us.
    I hadn’t expected for him to be as handsome as he was. He truly was gorgeous. The man looked like he just walked off a magazine cover. He was massive in size, and every bit of it was muscle. Even through the tailored suit he wore, it was evident he subjected his body to rigorous workouts.
    He wore his shoulder length blond hair pulled back in a ponytail and had a diamond stud earring in one ear. His face was chiseled