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Wicked Vows Series by Jane Henry – Read Books Online Free Ebooks good best novels to read http://www.wownovels.com Sat, 05 Oct 2024 02:30:52 +0000 en-US hourly 1 https://wordpress.org/?v=6.9.4 http://www.wownovels.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/09/favicon.png Wicked Vows Series by Jane Henry – Read Books Online Free Ebooks good best novels to read http://www.wownovels.com 32 32 Savage (Wicked Vows #6) Read Online Jane Henry http://www.wownovels.com/savage-wicked-vows-6-read-online-jane-henry Sat, 05 Oct 2024 02:30:52 +0000 http://www.booksnovels.com/savage-wicked-vows-6-read-online-jane-henry Genre: Alpha Male, Dark, Mafia, Suspense Authors: Jane Henry Series: Wicked Vows Series by Jane Henry
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Total pages in book: 88
Estimated words: 83818 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 419(@200wpm)___ 335(@250wpm)___ 279(@300wpm)

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A steamy, arranged marriage, enemies to-lovers, wallflower romance by USA Today bestselling author Jane Henry

Scarred. Overlooked. Tainted.
Born into the ruthless underworld, I’ve been cast aside. I’m locked in a cage of lies and betrayal, now framed for a crime I didn’t commit.

But then he came for me.
Ollie Romanov, the savage enforcer, believes I’m a traitor.

He’s ruthless, merciless, and prepared to make me pay for my sins.
To him, I’m nothing more than a pawn to punish. A traitor to be broken.

Yet beneath the cold, brutal exterior, I see something more—a darkness that calls to my own.

I shouldn’t crave the twisted connection we share. I swear the man has no conscience…
Except when it comes to me.

Have I married a heartless monster? A psychopath?
Or has this Savage finally found his match in me?

Savage is a standalone dark romance with a strong, fierce heroine and an unapologetically obsessive, possessive , alpha anti-hero. No OW drama, no cliffhanger, always an HEA.

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CHAPTER ONE

Ollie

There are two types of people in this world: those who lie well and those who are shit at it.

Santiago Morales is the latter.

The goddamn pussy kneels on the rain-soaked ground, a thin trail of blood trickling from a wound in his forehead. His cheeks are hollowed, his dark-brown eyes haunted and gaunt. Isabella Morales’s first cousin is a walking skeleton, haunted with terror of the devil he serves, in the custody of the devil he fears.

Sucks to be him.

But Jesus. Even I would feed the men who worked for me. The guy looks like he’s subsisted on bread, water, and a steady diet of waterboarding. Carlos Carrera was a fucking narcissistic tyrant.

“Please,” Santiago begs in broken English. “I don’t know.”

The shifting storm clouds over the late afternoon sky reveal his terrified eyes. I fucking hate the way he trembles. He knows where Renata is, and he deserves to die.

Blood thrums in my veins.

Renata Carrera is mine, and I’ll burn this fucking world to ash before I let anyone harm a hair on her head. Others might say to let her go, to let her run and hide, but the beast in me wants her chained to me.

I walk in a circle around Santiago as his bloodshot, widened eyes track me. He licks his dry, cracked lips and swallows as if trying to gather up his courage.

“You have to understand,” I tell Santiago in a deceptively calm voice. “The entirety of our operation hinges on finding Renata. If we don’t find her, we’re at an impasse. She has information on us that’s incredibly time sensitive.” I lean over and pat his cheek. He flinches as if I’m wielding a whip. “Doesn’t that make sense to you? Hmm?”

At eight o’clock this morning, back in The Cove, our men holding Renata in custody were found dead with bullets between their eyes.

Just as well, really. I would have had to kill them for letting her go.

Renata’s more than just a pawn in this game. She’s the queen who slipped through my fingers, and every second I don’t have her, the more my need to have her grows.

“I don’t know. I swear to God, I don’t know!” he sobs. I clench my jaw and glare at him. Jesus motherfucking Christ, let me go out of this world with my balls intact, no matter the circumstances.

I narrow my eyes and stand in front of him, my arms crossed. Emotions like this never move me. Some people think I’m the quiet one because “still waters run deep” or some poetic shit like that.

I keep quiet because I don’t give a fuck about playing Mr. Nice Guy. It’s just easier to shut the fuck up. Makes people wonder.

“You can kill me,” the pussy says, looking away. Bluffing his fucking mouth off. “Do whatever you want to me; I swear I don’t care! But you have to believe me, I don’t know.”

I sigh and shake my head.

A dog barks, and an angry woman screams something unintelligible at the market behind us. Worked out well that the marketplace was in full swing today because the muffled sounds of the people behind us mask our job. Even if they did see us, they’d keep walking. No one in this neighborhood gives a fuck about us, and they know better than to go anywhere near business involving the cartel.

I stare at him and shake my head again.

I don’t care that he’s covered in blood. I don’t care that I’ll instruct my men to make an example out of him, to bury him in pieces all over the place and spread the news of his death far and wide. All I care is that I’m looking for answers, and I’m going to find her no matter what.

In the distance, a siren wails, momentarily blocking out the chatter of the market.

I let out a belabored sigh. “It doesn’t have to be like this, Santiago.” The two men I brought with me stand stoically behind me. Loyal to the Morales cartel, they’re now loyal to the Romanov Bratva by association since my brother’s marriage to Isabella.

The one to my left has short gray hair and a neatly trimmed beard. His clothes are pressed, and the ink on his upper right arm indicates his affiliation with Fuerzas Militares de Colombia—the Colombian military.

The guy beside him is younger but larger, his muscles flexing when he clenches his fists. He reminds me of my brother Viktor—bulky, muscular, fearless. Both of these men hate traitors, and I don’t fucking blame them.

One speaks in rapid Spanish to the other, and they both shake their heads. I speak Spanish, but poorly, so I only catch the gist. They said something about this taking too long. They would be happy to help me.

There was a time when the man bleeding out in the rain, begging for his life, considered these two his brothers. They would’ve died for Santiago and his family.

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Shackled (Wicked Vows #5) Read Online Jane Henry http://www.wownovels.com/shackled-wicked-vows-5-read-online-jane-henry Sat, 31 Aug 2024 08:13:15 +0000 http://www.booksnovels.com/shackled-wicked-vows-5-read-online-jane-henry Genre: Alpha Male, Mafia, Suspense Authors: Jane Henry Series: Wicked Vows Series by Jane Henry
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Total pages in book: 83
Estimated words: 79097 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 395(@200wpm)___ 316(@250wpm)___ 264(@300wpm)

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A steamy, forced marriage, enemies-to-lovers, close proximity dark Bratva stand-alone romance by USA Today bestselling author, Jane Henry

In the dark shadows of the Bratva Underworld, where my family reigns, there are no rules — only power.

My life is black and white. Every choice designed to protect my family and crush our enemies.

Trust is a luxury I can't afford.

Then she comes—Isabella Morales, disguised as a boy, burning with defiance and danger.

Forbidden fruit, the daughter of rival cartel, she holds secrets that could unravel everything I've fought for. Letting her live could be my demise.

But now she’s mine.

When she tries to run, I catch her. I vow I’ll punish her for what she’s done and teach her there’s no escape. But Isabella is no ordinary captive. Half crazed, fearless, and seductive, the line between captor and captive quickly blurs.

In a world where loyalty is bought with blood and fear, Isabella is the one weakness I can't afford. But as our enemies close in, we’re forced to navigate the deadly game of power and deceit.

I’ll bind her to me and make her mine in a battle where surrender is the ultimate sin.

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CHAPTER ONE

Isabella

I grin into the chilly autumn night, nearly skipping with glee.

This disguise is so fucking awesome. Literally, no one would ever suspect who I really am.

This was no last-minute disguise. Hell, I’ve been practicing wearing this all day.

First, the fake mustache because even the best disguise won’t fully cover my Latina roots. Colombian men wear their beards like a badge of honor, their “five o’clock shadows” creeping in by noon. I have to blend in seamlessly. With a swift, practiced hand, I applied foundation to rough up my complexion. I’m aiming for rugged and badass. Contour sharpened my jawline and an eyebrow pencil added the perfect amount of stubble.

I refuse to cut my hair, so that was a tiny bit of a challenge. It’s slicked back and wound around my head, tucked under a black cap. Bulky, but no one will be paying attention.

I needed a masculine silhouette, so I had to wear a chest binder to flatten my breasts, thanks to my mama’s generous genes. At least she gave me something. The clothing was kind of fun—a dark hoodie that conceals my figure and baggy pants with multiple pockets to give me some heft and a rugged appearance, paired with combat boots. I needed something masculine and practical for moving silently and blending in.

To mimic male body language, I adopted a slouched posture and broader stance, my walk more deliberate and heavy footed. Even if they saw me, they’d never suspect who I really am. Sadly, I have to mask the sexy hip sway. I have to do this consciously, since it’s part of my whole persona to attract the eye and attention of any man within a fifty-yard radius. A girl must use every gift she’s got.

This is only temporary, though. And fucking necessary.

And when I was ready to go, I took myself into The Cove—the prowling ground of our enemies—just to test it all out.

Not gonna lie, I had a damn good time for myself. I spoke in a deeper voice when I needed to—ordered coffee and asked for directions just to make sure I passed the test.

Not only did no one give me so much as a strange look, I caught a few girls making eyes at me.

“Hola, beautiful,” I said in my guy voice to a slender blonde near Starbucks. She blushed but didn’t respond, then whispered to her friend behind me, who I winked at. Heh.

Truth is, I wouldn’t want to be a man for all the money in the world. I fucking love being a woman. But damn, it was fun to play for a little while.

And now, I’m ready. Now, it’s go time.

I steel myself and clench my jaw. Now I take the next step.

If the Romanovs see me now, I’m still fucked, but at least they won’t suspect who I really am. I’ll get away—I always do—and they’ll be none the wiser.

I intercepted communication between Aleksandr Romanov, one of the high-ranking officials in the Romanov Bratva, and his wife, Harper. They have small children and long, sleepless nights, so I figured eventually they’d get sloppy, and I wasn’t wrong.

I mean, anyone else might’ve totally missed the little tip-off, but when Aleksandr told his wife got another late night, and she responded, please be careful, it’s so dark there, and I don’t trust you’re safe, I knew exactly where they were going.

Who’s going? she asked.

My heart took a giant leap at his response: All of us.

It’s rare that all of the Romanov men are together.

Some of their wives work for them—I have it on good authority that Viktor’s new wife Lydia actually set fire to her ex. Nevertheless, the Romanovs are still in the Dark Ages. They’d deny it. Hell, their wives draw a salary, but I’m not impressed. Show me a Bratva group with a woman in actual fucking power. Authority. Leadership.

Now that would impress me.

The snap of a branch several yards to my left makes me freeze in my tracks. I stand as still as a hunted deer, listening. The Romanovs won’t be here for several hours yet, but it’s essential I’m not seen.

I wait, holding my breath. Listening. Is someone else here, or is it just an animal?

Another beat passes. Another.

Nothing.

I move on. I know exactly where to go: The abandoned warehouse, deeply hidden past a hiking trail in The Cove, is heavily secured with video surveillance. If the Romanovs see me on any security camera, they’ll just see a random dude going for a hike off-trail.

They might wonder how their security footage was destroyed, but by then, I’ll have everything I need.

The darkness and silence amplify every sound, making me hyper-aware of my surroundings. I only have about another mile to hike before I get to the entrance, but the night is young. I couldn’t risk driving anywhere near here for fear of being seen.

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Scorch (Wicked Vows #4) Read Online Jane Henry http://www.wownovels.com/scorch-wicked-vows-4-read-online-jane-henry Wed, 07 Aug 2024 09:50:56 +0000 http://www.booksnovels.com/scorch-wicked-vows-4-read-online-jane-henry Genre: Alpha Male, Billionaire, Dark, Mafia Authors: Jane Henry Series: Wicked Vows Series by Jane Henry
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Total pages in book: 83
Estimated words: 79312 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 397(@200wpm)___ 317(@250wpm)___ 264(@300wpm)

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In the dark underworld of the Russian Bratva, I’ve finally claimed the object of my obsession: Lydia Ivanova.

Beautiful and passionate, she’s fire and ice, and I want her. I need her.

Lydia is my prize. My spoils of war.

Only she doesn’t know that yet.

Forced into marriage with me to protect her from those that would destroy us, I vow to keep her secure at all costs… even when she fights me tooth and nail.

Can I protect Lydia without consuming her, or will our love story end in ashes? The stakes have never been higher, and for Lydia… I will burn the world.

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PROLOGUE

Ten years earlier

They would pay and pay dearly. Every last fucking one of them.

The purr of luxury cars and the rhythmic click of heels and polished shoes mingled with the swish of neatly pressed uniforms while Viktor maintained his distance.

Head down, dressed in nondescript, inexpensive clothing with his hands buried in his pockets, he looked like a nobody. Just like he’d planned. No one at Liberty Ridge Academy would give him a passing glance.

He looked at his watch. Though he’d come early before his session with his mentor, Kolya, time was ticking. Kolya detested tardiness, and it mattered to him to show up on time.

Where was she?

Sometimes, she'd be cloaked in a scarf and a knee-length sweater, concealing her figure as though shielding herself from the relentless, judgmental gaze of her peers. But today, she was conspicuously absent from the usual flurry of student arrivals.

His pace slowed, and he moved away from the throng, even though most students steered clear of him. He was a giant among them, a few years older and twice the size of the biggest varsity football player.

Fortunately, the lack of surveillance at the school was laughable. Anyone paying attention would have noticed the imposing young man who was always there. Always watching.

“Here she comes,” one of the boys announced in a snide whisper about ten feet ahead of Viktor. “The fat girl with big tits.”

Viktor clenched his fist in a surge of protective fury and made a pact: he’d deal with that fucker first.

He had only been training with Kolya for three months, but he had already begun to develop hard muscle under Kolya’s tutelage. It would come in handy when he cornered that asshole in the dark alley between school and home.

Viktor’s eyes narrowed as the familiar Lincoln purred to a stop at the curb. He held his breath. She was here, brought by her father. Viktor refocused his attention, his gaze icy and menacing as he contemplated knocking the boy's teeth out. He cracked his knuckles, tension rolling off him in waves.

One of the boys shot him a wary glance before nudging his friend as the car door swung open.

“Sit up straight,” her father commanded from the backseat. “You represent the Ivanov family with dignity.”

Viktor’s breathing became labored. Time stood still for a moment when he saw her.

His angel.

Lydia Ivanova. The most beautiful girl he’d ever seen. The girl who lived in his dreams. The object of his utter obsession. He stroked the gold earring in his pocket and pricked his finger with the post to keep him focused.

Each tiny pain was a tether, keeping his thoughts sharp and his desire in check.

Viktor’s mind was a constant whirlwind of thoughts about her: her scent, the way her eyes, a striking emerald flecked with hazel, flickered with a mix of defiance and vulnerability. He knew her every expression, every quirk. He had watched her for months, always from the shadows, always unseen.

He knew it was wrong, the way he tracked her movements, the way he collected items she had touched—like this earring, lost one summer night and now a permanent fixture in his pocket.

He was her shadow, her silent sentry, driven by a need he didn’t understand, a desire so deep, it bordered on madness.

“Back off, motherfucker,” he said softly under his breath when Sterling Eldridge took a step toward her. “Back the fuck off.”

Lydia was fire in more ways than one. He’d watched the way her eyes lit up when she set things ablaze, the joy and freedom she found in the flames. It was a part of her he loved, the dark side she showed no one.

His fingers tightened around the earring, the sharp sting grounding him.

She stood facing her classmates, a defiant spark igniting her emerald gaze as she swung one long leg out, then the other, her plaid uniform skirt grazing the top of her knees. Her glasses perched precariously on the edge of her nose. When she tossed her head, thick waves bobbing defiantly in the breeze, her chin lifted in silent challenge.

Fat girl with big tits.

Viktor's blood boiled at the thought. She was amazing.

Despite her father's harsh, dismissive tone—always scolding, always belittling—she stood proud and tall. He fucking loved that about her.

But today, from his vantage point under the shelter of a thick maple, he saw the sheen of tears in her eyes. A public scolding only added to the torment inflicted by her cruel classmates.

Fucking losers.

“Awww,” one of them said under his breath to the other. “Is she gonna cry?”

Viktor’s hand curled into a fist.

He would be victim number two.

He noted the golden Lincoln still purring at the curb and narrowed his eyes before he zeroed back in on the boy with the big mouth and imagined what he’d look like missing his two front teeth. Viktor cracked his knuckles and rolled his neck. It would feel so fucking good when his fist connected with flesh and bone.

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Seduction (Wicked Vows #3) Read Online Jane Henry http://www.wownovels.com/seduction-wicked-vows-3-read-online-jane-henry Mon, 27 May 2024 20:58:34 +0000 http://www.booksnovels.com/seduction-wicked-vows-3-read-online-jane-henry Genre: Alpha Male, BDSM, Dark, Erotic, Forbidden, Mafia Authors: Jane Henry Series: Wicked Vows Series by Jane Henry
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Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 75209 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 376(@200wpm)___ 301(@250wpm)___ 251(@300wpm)

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A scorching-hot, one-bed, bodyguard, close-proximity stand-alone romance by USA Today bestselling author, Jane Henry.

My mission is simple yet deadly—pose as the newly hired bodyguard for Vera Ivanova and assassinate her father.

But Vera, clever and defiant, doesn’t want a bodyguard. Instead, she proposes a dangerous game: I’ll be her fake husband in public.

Vera is unlike anyone I’ve encountered—intelligent, gorgeous, untamed and untouched. Everything I want and nothing I can have.

The utter destruction and demise of my ultimate plan.

Consumed by desire, I choose a new tactic: seduction.

I vow to show her a world of both pleasure and pain, a world she’s only imagined in her darkest fantasies and the pages of her books. Yet, Vera proves to be more than a match for me, ensnaring me in her own game of temptation and turning me into a man obsessed.

Now, caught in a war between duty and passion… I’m torn between the loyalty to my family and my seductive love for the enemy.

Seduction is a fully stand-alone novel in the Romanov Bratva universe. Guaranteed no other woman, no cheating, and always a hard-won happily ever after.

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CHAPTER ONE

Nikko

My footsteps pound on the pavement like the relentless beating of a drum. My lungs feel like they’re going to burst, and my legs ache. I barely notice the rush of cherry blossoms as I pass or the pedestrians by the park; I’m so blinded by the sweat in my eyes. I push myself harder, faster, longer. It’s a mind game, a mind fuck.

Everything is.

I turn the left corner between Maple and Tower Streets and see my destination in front of me. I’m so far away it’s merely a blur, but as long as I can clearly see what’s in front of me, I can keep going.

My mentor Kolya told me that any training—all training—should be faced as if your life was on the line. Nothing’s in vain. You’re not running for the sake of a healthy heart or stronger lungs; you’re running from an enemy who’s going to slit your throat when he catches you.

So when I finally arrive at Mikhail and Aria’s house, I come to a stop, hands laced behind my head, heaving with the effort to catch my breath. I barely feel the brush of wind, a promise of stagnant summer heat later in the day.

I notice cars outside. Aleks and Harper are here, likely with their small crew of kids. Mom’s car is here, but no Polina. Viktor. Lev.

Frowning, I take out my phone and look down. I never miss a call or text, and today’s no different. Nothing missed. Then why’s everyone here?

I run my arm across my sweaty brow to clear my vision and trot up the stairs.

“There he is.” Mikhail jerks his head in greeting as he walks past the doorway, his one-year-old son Sasha in his arms. It’s fitting as pakhan to the Romanov family and older brother to all that Mikhail had the first child. It was time.

My brother Aleksandr holds his infant son beside his wife Harper, who’s holding the second twin. Both babies have their daddy’s bright blue eyes and mama’s honey-blonde hair. I turn to the sound of a child’s laugh and see my mom walking toward the dining room hand-in-hand with Harper’s toddler, Ivy.

Our family has grown in leaps and bounds as Mikhail and Aria’s baby just turned one, and Aleksandr and his wife just had twins. With Harper’s toddler completing the ensemble, my mother is in her absolute glory with four grandchildren. I haven’t seen her this happy in years.

It had to happen. If we’re going to establish ourselves as the premier Bratva group in the Cove, the area of New York nestled between Coney Island and Manhattan and the stomping grounds we own and operate, we needed to establish roots. Recruiting and expanding only go so far.

“Where’ve you been?” Mikhail snaps.

I gesture down to the sleeveless workout tee slicked with sweat and clinging to my body, my running shorts, and my running shoes. “Thought I’d try out my suit for the gala. Prepare for the paparazzi and all that.”

“He’s swimming in sweat from head to toe,” Harper responds. “I can smell him from here. Either he’s just come in from a run, or no one’s told us the zombie apocalypse is upon us.”

Aleksandr chuckles. shaking his head. “Nikko always goes for a run on Sunday at noon, Mikhail. You know that. Monday through Friday, you can set a clock by his five a.m. workouts, but he takes a break on Sunday and only goes for a run.”

“That’s why I pay you to keep track of this sh—stuff,” Mikhail says, scowling. The presence of children slows his roll. I’d bet he misses the days he could curse at whim.

I walk past both of them and head to the kitchen. “Did I miss something? Why’s everyone here?”

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Sanctum (Wicked Vows #2) Read Online Jane Henry http://www.wownovels.com/sanctum-wicked-vows-2-read-online-jane-henry Sat, 27 Apr 2024 17:49:09 +0000 http://www.booksnovels.com/sanctum-wicked-vows-2-read-online-jane-henry Genre: Alpha Male, Dark, Mafia Authors: Jane Henry Series: Wicked Vows Series by Jane Henry
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Total pages in book: 81
Estimated words: 79211 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 396(@200wpm)___ 317(@250wpm)___ 264(@300wpm)

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A steamy, arranged marriage, enemies to lovers dark Bratva stand-alone romance by USA Today bestselling author, Jane Henry.

Cold and cruel, merciless and feared. Aleksandr Romanov is my nemesis... And my new husband.

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CHAPTER ONE

Aleksandr

“I’ll do whatever it takes, Mikhail. Whatever our family fucking needs.” When I close my eyes, I can still see my brother Lev, his face beaten to a bloody pulp. Unrecognizable. It was a threat, a thinly veiled warning meant to send a message to my brothers: we’re watching.

Jumped after a late-night gym session, it was five against one. Lev is a formidable opponent, but his pair of fists didn’t stand a chance against the pack of five masked men wielding broken bottles, a length of pipe, and a goddamn baseball bat.

We’ll find who did this and when we do, they’ll wish they were never fucking born. But until then, we have to plan our next move strategically.

My older brother Mikhail paces in front of me, his hands shoved into his pockets. The blue light from our computer monitors casts shadows on the floor of his dimly lit office.

We’ve been at this all damn night. Empty pizza boxes are piled haphazardly in a corner of the room, the emergency stash of vodka long gone. The entire atmosphere of the room is charged, the weight of our decision impacting all of us.

We haven’t been able to find out who beat him. Not yet. But we got the message. The death of our enemy Fyodor Volkov was only the beginning.

I pinch the bridge of my nose, my eyes stinging from staring at the computer screen for way too long.

Mikhail blows out a breath. “I know. That’s the problem, Aleks. I want to be sure bringing the Bianchis in through marriage is the best next move.”

I push away from the desk and stretch, my muscles aching from lifting earlier and sitting too damn long. On instinct, I glance at my phone to check the security details of our family. I’m always on hyperalert, but ever since Lev took a beating, I’m damn near glued to the screen.

I glance through the list of everyone who isn’t present. My mother and Polina are both at home, Viktor and Nikko in their homes, our younger brother Ollie in Moscow. Lev is still in the hospital. I can fit my entire world in the palm of my hand.

The security cameras show nothing out of place, including the two men we have in holding we transported back here to America from Russia.

I sit back down while Mikhail continues to pace.

“Mikhail, it’s probably best we don’t make decisions when we’ve been up all night.” Kolya leans back in his chair and strokes his beard threaded with silver. The group mastermind, my late father’s war buddy, Kolya’s taken on the position of father figure of the group even though he’s only half a generation older than we are and younger than my father was.

While Mikhail and I have changed into tees and jeans, Kolya’s still more formally attired in a dress shirt and neatly pressed pants. He’s well-meaning but ought to know by now you don’t talk me or Mikhail into letting anything go when the security of our family’s at stake.

Still, Kolya tries. “Go to bed. Go home to Aria.”

“Home to Aria?” Mikhail’s wife Aria appears in the doorway, wearing Mikhail’s tee and sweats, the only clothes that apparently fit her when she’s stuck in the office nine months pregnant. Her hair’s in a messy bun, her glasses perched on the edge of her nose. She has a laptop in one hand and a large plastic cup filled with something vibrantly pink, in the other. “I’ve been here working in between naps the whole time, I just didn’t want anything to do with the vodka shots for obvious reasons.”

Before Aria came, I was the group cybersecurity expert…at least ostensibly. We all knew the real job I got paid the big bucks for doing was hacking — until Aria showed me she was better. I’ve gotten over it, though, mostly because she isn’t just better than I am. She’s better than anyone in the goddamn world.

Aria isn’t well-versed in Bratva business, though, which is why she sticks to some jobs, and I do others.

“C’mere.” Mikhail sits in his office chair and gestures for her to come to him. She sidles onto his lap and plunks her computer on the desk. The real reason she’s here is because Mikhail doesn’t let her out of his sight. Not that I blame him. If I cared for anyone half as much as he does her, I wouldn’t let them out of my sight either.

“I’ve been listening to everything you said, I just needed to do so in a comfortable position.” She nestles in against my brother. “Though if I knew you were this comfortable…”

He kisses her temple and wraps his arms around her, whispering something I can’t hear in her ear.

I look back at my computer, a headache brewing behind my eyes.

“Aria, what’s your take?” I ask. If there’s anything I love about my sister-in-law, it’s that she is absolutely Mensa-level brilliant, likely the smartest person I’ve ever met. Just for fun, she learned Russian in a few short months. She can out-code anyone in the goddamn world. In the digital age, having the world’s best hacker on our team puts us at a decided advantage.

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Sovereign – Dark Bratva (Wicked Vows #1) Read Online Jane Henry http://www.wownovels.com/sovereign-dark-bratva-wicked-vows-1-read-online-jane-henry Tue, 27 Feb 2024 19:57:24 +0000 http://www.booksnovels.com/sovereign-dark-bratva-wicked-vows-1-read-online-jane-henry Genre: Alpha Male, Bad Boy, Dark, Mafia, Suspense Authors: Jane Henry Series: Wicked Vows Series by Jane Henry
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Total pages in book: 87
Estimated words: 83221 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 416(@200wpm)___ 333(@250wpm)___ 277(@300wpm)

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A sexy, forced marriage, dark Bratva stand-alone romance by USA Today bestselling author, Jane Henry.

Powerful and merciless. Cunning and cruel.
A monster wrapped in luxury and wealth.
Mikhail Romanov is my opposite in every way…
And my new husband.

In exchange for his protection…
He’ll demand everything from me.
My obedience. My submission.
My body.

But marriage is only the beginning.
I’ll have his baby, too.

I thought I was clever. A penniless hacker hiding from the world.
That no one would discover who I am and what I’ve done.
I was so wrong.

The Solution: Marry the man more powerful than my enemies.
While endless wealth and power don’t melt his icy glare…
The fiery tension between us threatens to combust every second we’re near.
Every command.
Every touch.

If I leave, I have nowhere to go.
I’m being hunted by his enemies.
But if I stay? I’m wedded to a monster who plans to keep me forever.

Please note: This is a dark Bratva romance with themes of forced marriage, dubious consent, and BDSM. Please read at your own discretion.

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CHAPTER ONE

Aria

“Today, you are going down.” I shove my glasses up the bridge of my nose for the umpteenth time with a little smile, blinking at the screen in front of me. Although it’s cramped in this small, makeshift home office which consists of a tiny desk I rescued curbside nestled in a corner of the room to give me the best access to my computer screens, here’s where I do my magic. While I don’t really mind teaching coding at the little community college outside of Coney Island, I don’t like the red tape and long hours. I long to get back to my little haven, where my fingers fly over the keys and I truly come alive.

Today, in the most boring white conference room under harsh, fluorescent lights, tepid coffee in hand, I longed to get home to unwrap what I discovered last night: the motherlode of all encrypted goldmines. Way too complex for me to delve into before school, but now, when the night is young and the moon rises, I get to play.

Professor by Day, Hacking Goddess by Night.

At least that’s what I like to think.

I glance at the time and stretch. I can out-code anyone in the world, bar none. One day, I’ll no longer be known as Aria Cunningham, the nobody, barely scraping by at the local community college. I’ll actually make a difference in this world.

I blink and stare at the screen.

Wait.

My heart beats faster. Is that…

No.

My mouth dry, I click the little icon indicating my download is complete. I scroll down, my hand covering my mouth as I’m seized with two conflicting emotions.

Elation — I did it! I successfully hacked into the most notorious database of criminal activity I’ve ever seen in my life.

And gripping, terrifying fear.

No one has ever done this before. And unearthing something this massive comes at a cost.

I stare, my mouth agape.

Names. Dates. Locations. Pictures.

Evidence.

Politicians and celebrities, CEOs and religious leaders, military icons and monarchs. I stare in both horror and glee as I realize…it worked.

I scroll past pages and pages of information that should be encrypted but reads clear as day now. Oh my God. This is worse than I thought. If this got out to the press…if anyone knew what these people have done. No.

And worse? If the owners of this information ever realize I’ve hacked into their database…

“Good thing you covered your tracks,” I whisper to myself.

A blinding yellow light flashes. I stare for a second too long.

I leap to my feet. I smack the button on the surveillance camera that overlooks all entryways to my apartment. My blood runs cold at the sight of six armed men at the back door. I might be in an old, mostly unoccupied house that was nearly condemned, but there are still three access points, not including windows, and I don’t take risks.

Shit.

Oh God.

My heart beats so fast I feel nauseous, bile rising in my throat as I quickly assess my options even as my mind whirs. How?? How did they discover where I am so quickly?

I’m so damn careful, sweeping every digital footprint as thoroughly as possible. I leave no trace behind and cover every possible angle. I don’t have time to unravel this.

I kick my keys into the trash bin and grab my laptop. I have seconds as I scramble to my hideout in the tiny attic. The trap door glides into place at the same time my front door opens.

I slide into position, my heart beating so rapidly I feel like I’m going to be sick.

I listen. It’s just as I imagined. I told myself I would never actually need a hideout. And yet here I am.

My mind races.

The type of information I discovered was under high profile lock and key. The people responsible for this set up an immediate alert in the event of a security breach and absolutely had the funds and resources for high security measures.

Oh God.

Footsteps sound on the floor below. How long will they look for me? How thoroughly will they search? With a pounding heart, I wait in the corner of the attic, well hidden. If whoever’s here had the foresight to bring a search dog, I’ll be fucked, but I’m mostly invisible to the human eye.

Glass shatters amid loud, commanding voices. Though I can’t make out clear words, I know they’re trying to get me out of hiding. I swipe at the tears that fall and clutch my laptop to me at the sounds of my meager possessions being destroyed.

I listen for words but can only hear muffled voices. From my perch in the attic, I crawl on my belly to look through the tiny, triangular-shaped window that overlooks the driveway. Three unmarked luxury SUVs.

Shit.

I hold my breath and pray the camouflaged trap door remains hidden.

The footsteps come closer. Someone bangs a heavy hand on the closet walls and ceiling. I slap my hand to my mouth to stifle a scream. The voices come nearer.

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