Bonus Content #2
“It’s not just some glass! You need to learn etiquette, Anya. You’ll need it if you’re going to make me proud.”
“Make you proud how?” I put the broom away and brush past him toward the kitchen table. I was in the middle of eating pancakes when I hit my cup.
“You’re going to finally serve your purpose,” he says with an indulgent smile. It’s a weird look on him. He rarely smiles.
Nadia sits beside me, her spine ramrod straight. Around our father, she never relaxes. I’ve joked that the only good thing about our father is that it’s helped her perfect her posture.
“What purpose?” I ask around a mouthful of pancake.
“Don’t eat with your fucking mouth open,” he hisses.
“Why not? It’s just you and Nadia.” I purposely take another large bite and chew it noisily, which only pisses him off even more. I think it’s pretty funny.
“You will show me respect.” Grabbing my arm, he hauls me from my seat. I should’ve seen the slap coming, but it still surprises me.
I gasp at the impact. Nadia gasps, too, but doesn’t tell our father to stop. I don’t blame her. Telling our father to stop being an asshole is pointless.
“I’ll do it again if you don’t stop with this attitude,” he threatens.
I look him straight in the eye. “What attitude?”
His face contorts with so much anger before he slaps me again. I know I’m pushing his buttons.
But I do it to protect Nadia. If my father’s focus is on me, he can’t hurt her.
“Please stop,” Nadia begs.
“I’ll only stop when your sister stops being rude.”
I stare my father down. He might hurt me, but he doesn’t frighten me. There’s no way he’d ever want me to be truly hurt because I’m a political asset for him. He can use me one day to make an alliance with any man he wants. Both Nadia and me.
That’s the part that terrifies me. I don’t want Nadia to be used in our father’s schemes.
“Are you done?” he asks, staring right back. Neither of us backs down.
“Never.”
He grabs my arm again and pulls me roughly against him. “You will learn to act with some fucking manners. I have big plans for you.”
“What?”
“It’s time for you to perform your duty to this family.”
A cold dead weight settles in my stomach. “Which is?” I know what it is before he even says it.
“You’re finally getting married.”
At twenty, it’s long overdue within the world of the Bratva. Women tend to marry at eighteen or nineteen. As a twenty year old, I might as well be a spinster. Nadia is seventeen, meaning she still has time before she’s sold into marriage.
But a year is a short amount of time.
“To who?” I demand.
“Does it matter?” He lets me go by pushing me away. I stumble, and my hip slams against the counter. I don’t wince, though. I never show my father the pain he causes me. It would give him too much satisfaction.
“Yes, it matters. I know why you’re doing this. You’re trading me for power. So, who did you sign my soul away to?”
“Erik Koslov.”
I almost throw up.
I’ve never met Erik Koslov, but I’ve heard of him. I’ve heard of the dark, brutal things he does to his enemies. I’ve heard rumors that he likes to skin people alive. That he likes to pull out people’s innards and eat them before their very eyes.
I’m sure some of it is exaggerated.
I hope anyway.
“Why him?” I ask, trying to keep my voice from breaking.
“Because he’s been gaining more influence throughout New York over the past few years. He would be a good ally. We could run this city together. If those damn Italians leave us alone.”
The Bratva, the Russian Mafia—has been at war with the Italians for decades. Ever since New York became New York.
“How are you going to gain power?”
“Through our shared assets, we’ll grow our businesses, double our guards, and triple our strength.”
“Can’t you do it without me?”
He pats my cheek, and it stings from where he hit it. “Of course not. He won’t make an alliance with me without getting something from me first, and you’re the perfect gift, Anya. The perfect pawn. Beautiful and young.”
“So, you spoke about this with him?” For some reason, that thought makes the back of my neck break out in goosebumps.
“Of course. That’s how I know he’s willing to make a deal. If he marries you, he’ll work with me. Simple as that.”
“And if I refuse?” It’s the wrong question to ask, but I have to ask it.
He tilts his head, his eyes narrowing. “Do you honestly think you can refuse?” He places each of his hands on either side of me on the counter, boxing me in.
“Don’t be stupid, girl. This is the best gift either of us can receive.
I gain power, and you gain the prestige of a wealthy, well-connected man.
Any other Bratva woman would die to be in your shoes. ”
“You can’t make me marry him.”
“No? I think I can.” A devious grin spreads across his face. It makes me want to slap him, but I know things would only be worse for me if I did. “If you don’t, then I’ll give him Nadia.”
Both my sister and I gasp, and my gaze flicks over to her. She’s so young and innocent. Granted, so am I, but I’ve faced our father’s wrath more than she has. I’ve protected her from it. As her big sister, it’s always been my duty.
“But she’s only seventeen. You can’t do that.”
“I can. We would just wait for her to turn eighteen.”
“Is Erik a patient man?”
His mouth snaps shut. I have him there.
“I think a man like Erik Koslov wants a wife now. You can’t give him Nadia because she’s too young. You need me, and you don’t like that you need me.”
He grabs my jaw so tightly it makes my entire face ache.
“You will do as I say, Anya. I have made a deal with Erik. You will marry him so I can accomplish that deal. And you think I can’t give Nadia away at seventeen, but you’re wrong.
If I, as her father, give my consent for her to be married, I can marry her away as young as I fucking want.
So, do you want that to happen to your sister? ”
He knows I don’t. He’s exploited it for years—my love for my sister. He’s still doing it now, and I’ll let him because I need to protect Nadia at all costs.
“Please stop,” Nadia whispers. “Please.”
After a long beat, Father lets me go, and for good measure, he pushes my head back as he does it.
He turns to her. “You’re lucky your sister loves you so much, or I would’ve married you to Erik. You’re much more compliant than Anya is.”
Nadia blanches and ducks her chin. It’s a motion she does a lot—hides herself away. Hiding herself from our father. But it’s pointless. We’re both of his daughters, and he’ll use us however he wants.
“Don’t talk to her like that,” I snap, making him turn back to me. “I’ll marry whoever you tell me to. Just leave Nadia alone.”
“That’s what I thought. The wedding is in a week, so you’ll need to go dress shopping. I want you looking presentable the day of.”
“Wait. A week? Why not longer?”
“Why not? Because I know you, Anya. A week is generous enough. I know you’ll try to run away. I know you’ll try to ruin this for me. You always ruin things for me.”
“What are you talking about?”