The Mistake (Volkov Bratva #3) Read Online Sam Crescent

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Mafia, Suspense Tags Authors: Series: Volkov Bratva Series by Sam Crescent
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Total pages in book: 102
Estimated words: 96714 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 484(@200wpm)___ 387(@250wpm)___ 322(@300wpm)
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“I guess so.”

“You know you could have joined us last night,” Ivan said.

This made me turn toward him and look.

“I heard you outside. It could have been fun. We all could have taken turns.”

“Charlotte had fun, that’s all that matters.”

Ivan chuckled. “You’re going to keep fighting this?”

“There’s nothing to fight. You asked me to marry her, so I have. What good are children? She has no hold over the Evil Savages MC. They didn’t want her, Ivan.”

He tutted. “Someone clearly didn’t get enough sleep last night.”

I took a deep breath, because losing my temper with the boss was not the best idea. Ivan does things on purpose. I’d seen the way he worked. Watched the way he worked Slavik and Andrei with their marriages.

“It’s not about control,” Ivan said. “Family builds unity.”

“You and I both know that family means shit.”

Ivan chuckled. “Very true. When the wrong people are in charge and only have a thirst for their own power, it is shit. You have what you wanted, Ive. Now to keep our place in our territories, we need to be stronger. Family, children, building our numbers is the priority. Charlotte has a lot to give.”

“Now is not the time to be having babies,” I said.

“Now is the perfect time to be having babies. There is no better way to tell our enemies that we don’t give a fuck, than by having a family.”

I was about to ask him if he truly believed that Charlotte was ready to have a family. She didn’t even have a fucking clue how to play games.

The woman herself stepped into the dining room. She wore a pair of jeans and a t-shirt that seemed to highlight her body. Why the fuck did I have to notice those large tits and hips? She had a smaller waist. Charlotte was curvy. She was sexy. She had a way about her that felt like a fucking siren’s call.

Turning my gaze away, I glanced over to the kitchen and my staff chose that moment to bring out our breakfast. I always like to have a healthy morning breakfast. I didn’t like bacon and eggs first thing in the morning.

Charlotte sat down and she looked refreshed even though I knew she didn’t get to bed until past three o’clock. After Ivan walked her to her room, I’d been tempted to go in there and knock, but something held me back. Something always held me fucking back.

“Morning,” Charlotte said.

We greeted her morning. I watched as she reached for the glass of orange juice.

“Charlotte, my sweet, what are your plans for the day?” Ivan asked.

He was purposefully pissing me off.

“I don’t have any plans. I tend to just … stay home, uh, explore, you know, go to the library.”

“Well, I was thinking of taking you out,” Ivan said.

“I’m taking her with me,” I said. This was not the ideal plan. I had shit to do. Not babysit my wife. I felt her gaze on me but I didn’t care.

“You’re taking her?”

“Yes. I’ve made arrangements. She’s coming with me.”

Ivan sighed. “We’ll have to arrange to go out some other time, sweetheart.”

“I don’t want to be a problem. I’m quite happy staying at home.”

“You’re married,” Ivan said. “You and Ive should be spending as much time together as possible. In fact, how about we meet up tonight? You and Ive spend the day together, and we can enjoy a nice meal at a restaurant of my choosing.”

If I killed Ivan Volkov, I would mourn his death, but I would guarantee my and Charlotte’s death as well. None of the Bratva would rest until his killers were dead. In that moment, I was tempted. I had business to deal with. Women to fucking rescue. Running a hand down my face, this left me no choice but to contact Vlad and have him pick up the women.

I’ve already got my contacts on standby in the police force. Now Vlad would have to handle it. This was not a problem. I could delegate while I dealt with my wife.

The rest of breakfast went by without any more idiotic suggestions. Ivan and Charlotte talked about a movie they both wanted to see, and while I sat between them, they made a date to watch it in one month’s time on my home cinema screen. Popcorn and pizza were mentioned.

I had a feeling Ivan liked my wife. Why? What was so important about Charlotte? She was nothing more than a mistake. An unwanted daughter that one of Andrei’s men had fucked up with. Cassie had been our target, not this woman. One man’s fuck-up had turned into my problem.

Now Charlotte was my wife, and I had to deal with her. It would be easier for me to lock her in one of my cages but I had a feeling Ivan would take offense to that.


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