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between being a Bratva soldier and being a little Bratva wifey. Granted, my mother’s a shining example of a woman who has carved out her own unique place in our world, wielding her own power in support of my father’s devotion to his legacy. But she’s the exception and not the norm. I’m content enjoying a long engagement, even though I know Oleg wants marriage sooner rather than later.
    My fiancé sidles up next to where I’m sitting at the desk. He leans over my shoulder, pausing to press a kiss to the nape of my neck. “You’re the only woman I know who can wire a bomb but can’t read blueprints.”
    “I’m the only woman you know who can wire a bomb, period. I can’t be good at everything.”
    “Yeah, well, you’re good at all the right things,” he says for my ears alone, each word producing a warm puff of air behind my ear and sending a shiver down my spine.
    “Focus, man of mine.”
    “Okay, I’m thinking this warehouse on River Road is where they were holding the diamonds.”
    “Why are all the warehouses on River Road?” I answer my own question with an ominous thought. “If walls could talk those places would tell some bloody tales.”
    “We’ve seen our share of bloodshed in ours,” he says almost tenderly, and I know he’s recalling the day we met when I snuck into the warehouse and saw him in action, torturing a man who had incurred the wrath of the Pakhan. I suppose most couples would be disgusted that I find the memory of our first meeting to be so romantic, but I don’t apologize for the life I’ve chosen. Along with my two brothers, I am a proud Mensa geek, having completed my education years ahead of my peers to take my place in the family business. I’m grateful to be with a man who understands and values my unique world view as few men ever could.
    “Well, if we don’t find those diamonds there will be more blood,” I say as I lean back into his body where he stands behind my chair.
    “That’s how we roll, baby. That’s how we roll.”



Chapter Thirteen
    Oleg
    Getting my hands on these diamonds for the Pakhan is of utmost importance. I know I don’t need to prove myself in order to secure my position in this family; however, there is nothing I won’t do for my Pakhan. Getting those diamonds will not only ensure I’m in Glazov’s good graces, but will also give him a jump on achieving dominance in the diamond business. Go big or go home, right?
    This isn’t a comfortable feeling for me—feeling so invested in someone else’s welfare. I know people like to say I’m dead inside. They’re right. The only part of me that’s alive is the part Roksana and her family hold in their hands. When I told her she is my soul, I meant it. The spark of life she ignited in me the first day I laid eyes on her has grown into a raging inferno of obsession.
    I will never forget the look of awe on her face when she saw me hard at work in Glazov’s warehouse the day we met. Everyone else looks at me like they think I’m crazy, like something’s wrong with me. Even the men I work with are scared of me. But that day? That gangly teenager looked at me like I was a God.
    As a kid my parents didn’t know how to handle me, so most of that responsibility fell on my Uncle Yafon. My parents had no idea that he was using my penchant for pain to train me. It takes a certain kind of person to do what I do. Most of the men who work for Glazov opt for quick kills. They get in and out before the target even knows they’re going down. Not me. I like to savor the moments of torture. Most people plead for their lives, but my victims? They beg for death.
    I let my mind drift back to the night I almost killed a boy Roksana accompanied to his prom. She finished high school years before other kids her age, so she missed out on a lot of the typical teenage stuff that girls do. Hence, her desire to go to a prom and make out in a car afterwards. Her pimply-faced date didn’t realize who he was feeling