The bratvas nanny, p.1
The Bratva's Nanny, page 1
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Copyright© 2023 Sam Crescent
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THE BRATVA’S NANNY
The Nannies, 11
Sam Crescent
Copyright © 2023
Chapter One
Dmitry Balakin finished off his shot of dark whiskey as he looked over the gardens of his country home. He’d never considered himself a man who enjoyed looking at nature, but there was a big difference this time.
All the years before, on his expanse of lawn, there was not a woman kneeling on the grass, currently tickling his little girl. Alix Smith—the woman he should have killed three months ago.
Alix’s husband, George, had been building up a debt in one of the Balakin Bratva’s known casinos. That hadn’t been a problem for Dmitry. No, the problem was the lies George had been spilling. He’d gotten loud and obnoxious at the tables, claiming he didn’t need to pay off his debt. How he was loved by the Balakin Bratva, and one of his personal favorites, he was the BFF of Dmitry himself.
Dmitry didn’t have friends. There was no one he trusted. Not his men, not his family, no one.
His own wife had tried to kill him two years ago, which was why little Sofia had been craving female company. His little girl was only five. He’d taken her mother when she was only three, so she didn’t have many memories of her.
When he heard what George was saying, Dmitry had decided to go and visit his bestie for himself. He’d done so and by the end of the day, he owned Alix.
George had been a pathetic coward. Before Dmitry had even touched him, George had begged for forgiveness and then offered up his wife as payment. Dmitry never, ever took a man’s wife, but when it came to Alix, he hesitated.
He’d met Alix once before over a year ago. George worked for one of his brigadiers. He provided an outlet for them to turn money over. There had been a rat somewhere in the Bratva, giving intel to their enemies, the cartel. Dmitry had organized a party, one that involved many of their associates, George being one of them. Of course the invitation came with a plus one so there was no superstition as to why they had organized the party.
They found the rat, an associate who worked at one of the casinos. He wanted a promotion, was hoping to raise to the rank of Brigadier, but there was no chance of that. For revenge, he organized the selling of Bratva secrets in the hope of becoming someone important in the cartel. The man and his family were now dead. There were no second chances for Dmitry.
Until Alix.
He’d have happily taken out George, seeing as the bastard was getting above his ranks, thinking he could run up a debt that was not easily repaid.
Alix was nothing like her husband. She was kind, sweet, and charming. When he first met her, he’d cut himself on a piece of glass. Alix had been standing by, seen him cut himself, and had treated his wounds. Her touch had been delicate, her voice soft, her smile and the dimples in her cheeks had captivated him.
Long, blonde hair, beautiful blue eyes, and an almost whimsical air to her. What also helped were her curves. Big, full tits, large, curvy ass, and hips that made him want to grab. She had a body made for fucking, and he wanted her.
George and Alix had been married a year. He wasn’t quite sure of all the details but from what he gathered, it wasn’t a love match. George had told him straight that the only reason they were married was because it was their parents’ dying wish. Their parents had been close friends while Alix and George had been on-and-off friends. Alix hadn’t adored his parents, which was why she agreed to getting married.
He could imagine Alix feeling sorry for George and agreeing to marry him. When he went to claim her, Alix had been shocked to see him again, but not surprised. Dmitry figured the shock had come from who he was as he didn’t divulge that at the party.
Alix had been refreshing. She hadn’t been afraid of him or attempted to flirt with him. She’d smiled and talked to him as if he was just a regular person, which he found refreshing.
Once the opportunity to have her all to himself rose, he’d not looked back. The divorce was already final between Alix and George. Dmitry had organized it and she didn’t put up any fight, looking almost relieved to be rid of him.
She also didn’t seem to mind taking care of Sofia. His daughter was a good girl. Sweet and lovely but often spoiled. She could throw a temper tantrum that could last for hours. She’d not thrown one since Alix had arrived, though.
He couldn’t look away as Sofia cuddled up to Alix’s legs and as he finished the last of his whiskey, he watched his little girl fall to sleep as Alix talked. Before she had become his possession, Alix had worked at a nursery school. She was great with kids, it was why she was such a good fit for his daughter.
Leaving his whiskey glass on the cement wall, he made his way down the steps and onto the lawn, heading in their direction.
Men watched them. His men. He always had multiple guards around his property. Only the very best, and those that had sworn their loyalty the longest. He didn’t trust anyone, but there were times he had to believe men would do anything to save his daughter, and even himself if the occasion called for it.
“And then they lived happily together with all of those children,” Alix said.
In response there was a snore. Yes, he’d known of his little girl’s snoring when she’d had a few nightmares and asked to sleep in his bed. Dmitry couldn’t turn his child away but he wished he had. Whenever she slept in his bed, there was no sleeping. For a little girl, she snored, loudly. Ever since Alix had come, his daughter no longer visited him, but he did know she went to Alix.
He often went to tuck his daughter into bed. The first night she hadn’t been there, he’d been filled with panic, expecting the worst. He had a lot of enemies who would gladly kill his little girl. The panic didn’t last long when he realized she’d gone to Alix’s room to sleep.
Dmitry had stayed for several minutes watching his little girl and Alix sleep. They looked so peaceful together, it had been impossible to leave.
“She’s sound asleep,” he said.
Alix smiled up at him. “I’m not surprised. She decided today would be a good day to run all around the house. Upstairs, downstairs, inside each bedroom, checking to make sure the bathrooms hadn’t been invaded by mysterious aliens. Then we had to come outside because there’s a giant shark waiting to eat us all up.”
“Her imagination is certainly a mystery.”
“It’s a lot of fun.” Alix lifted a hand toward her mouth to cover the yawn.
“She tired you out?”
“Yes, and last night she had a horrible nightmare about a shark, so we didn’t get a lot of sleep.”
This is what he enjoyed with Alix. Even now, even when she knew who he was, what he was, they were still having a civilized conversation. She didn’t treat him any differently. She knew she was his possession. When he went to collect her, he’d told her every single detail George had agreed to.
“You should have come and woken me.”
“That wasn’t necessary. All she needed was a big, strong hug and then she felt fine. I can handle it. Besides, I’ve never been a big sleeper in all honesty.”
“Why?”
She shrugged. “I don’t know. I drove my parents crazy. I’d wake up at all hours of the night, wanting to play and do stuff. As I got older, I learned to stay in my room, read, watch television, that kind of thing.” She ran fingers through Sofia’s hair and his daughter looked so … peaceful. Did she really miss a mother figure that much?
He knew he would love to be in his daughter’s place, to have Alix running her fingers through his hair, touching him. These kinds of feelings were not welcome to him. He didn’t want to be craving this woman.
Staring down at her, he noticed she wore a beautiful white summer dress. The sleeves puffed out and gathered into a cuff at the middle of her arm, while the bodice plunged toward her full breasts. He felt an answering arousal in his dick at the sight. The dress cinched in at the waist and curved over her hips, emphasizing their fullness, and again he had that ache.
“Have I proven myself to you?” Alix asked.
Dmitry stared into her beautiful brown eyes and the truth was no, because he wanted her in his bed, to fuck her.
****
Alix knew she was a bit strange. She had been told that many times over the years. Even by her husband, that useless piece of shit that had put her in this position. She had never slept with him. Never done anything with him, and he’d hated it. She hated him.
The only reason she had married him was because she adored his parents. She and George were friends when they were kids. They had grown up together. Everything changed when he grew a dick and started to see girls in a whole other light. Since they were about thirteen, she couldn’t stand him. He’d turned into a horrible human being, but her love of his parents had never changed. They wanted to see him settled dow n, and the only decent bone in George’s body was his love for his parents. At least he did have that.
His parents had adored her, and they wanted to see him settle with her. Alix agreed to the arrangement provided they would divorce after his parents’ passing.
They died two months after their wedding. She had no choice but to move in with him. George had tried to take things further, but she refused. He became an even bigger dick, and now she was stuck with the Balakin Bratva. Rather than be afraid, she felt safe. How messed up was that?
Dmitry Balakin was a monster, a killer, someone to be feared. How did she know this? George, after that weird party he insisted on taking her to, had informed her. Dmitry had hurt himself at the party. She had done what any self-respecting person would have done. She helped him.
George had warned her. If Dmitry wasn’t happy, she’d be dead. If she had done anything to jeopardize his position, he would gladly divorce her. Alix had hoped she’d done something wrong so she would get that divorce. She’d been trying to get rid of him for months, only he wouldn’t sign the damn papers. They were at least signed now and she was free of him. The only problem was she didn’t have her freedom. For George to keep all his limbs and his life, he’d sold her. Useless prick.
She never cursed out loud. Never, ever. It was something her parents had told her a lady didn’t do, but that didn’t mean she couldn’t curse inside her head, which she liked to do a lot.
Alix couldn’t believe she had just blurted out that question to this man. He was dangerous. The leader, the boss, the whatever he wanted to call himself of the Bratva. She had asked him if she had proven herself to him.
Dmitry stared at her. He had blue eyes. Beautiful, almost shocking in their intensity. She could imagine he’d terrified a lot of people during his time, and would continue to do so.
Again, she was a strange person because she wasn’t afraid at all. Staring into his eyes, she had that safe feeling—like everything was going to be okay, and she no longer needed to worry about anything. This was a monster and she felt safe.
“That depends, Alix, do you just want to be my nanny?”
She glanced down at Sofia.
“Wait, why do I have to come with you?”
“Because you’re mine now. Your husband has sold you to me. You are my property to do with as I wish.”
Those words continued to ring in her head daily. They had done so for three months now.
She didn’t know what she expected from him but it hadn’t been to take care of his child. Of course, when he came to collect her, she hadn’t known he had a child. Other than what George told her, she knew nothing about him.
From his house, his clothes, and even the watch he wore, she knew he was wealthy. The guards who were constantly carrying weapons also gave away the fact he was powerful. They always hid the weapons from Sofia, not from her.
Dmitry had told her she wasn’t to run. If she ran, his men were ordered to shoot to kill. She wasn’t allowed to leave the grounds. She had to get permission to take Sofia outside. Alix wasn’t stupid. She didn’t want to die.
Her curiosity about this man surprised her. She must clearly not have a warning switch inside her head about the impending doom and danger he possessed. He could kill her easily.
Staring at him now, she couldn’t help but wonder what he was thinking. Of course, she didn’t ask him.
“Dmitry, you came to collect me. I have no idea what you want from me,” she said, being as honest as she could. Again, another rule her parents had instilled in her. Lying only served to make things worse … much, much worse.
She had never told a lie, other than to George’s parents, but her own had told her some lies were necessary. Yeah, there was a bit of a confusion with that one, but it made sense to her, at least it had a few seconds before she began thinking about rules and her parents. She did miss them, a lot. Most of the time, she tried not to think about their loss, or George’s.
Dmitry stared at her silently. He was thinking, she could tell, even if it was only the slightest twitch of his lips, he was still thinking. She wanted to ask him what he was thinking about, so she could understand what was going on inside his head.
Her life was on the line, thanks to George, and clearly thankful to this man who wanted her to take care of his child. She had no idea what happened to Sofia’s mother. Just the few whispers of the guards who didn’t know she was there. The guards did like to gossip. According to them, Sofia’s mother had hated Dmitry. She had tried to kill him and because Dmitry hated liars and rats, he killed her with his bare hands.
She had no idea how much of that story was true, if it was true. Either way, it did in fact, terrify her—the very thought of Dmitry killing anyone—at the same time she couldn’t help but agree. If his ex posed a threat to Dmitry and their daughter, then something had to happen.
No, this is why she was weird. She shouldn’t be agreeing with killing someone because they were a rat, or whatever the hell they were. Living here was messing with her head.
“After you put Sofia to bed tonight, come down and join me for dinner,” Dmitry said. “We’ll discuss it further then.”
“Why can’t we discuss it now?” Alix asked.
“I don’t talk business in front of my daughter.”
Alix glanced down at the sleeping Sofia. Was he going to kill her? Sell her on? Had she irritated him?
They hadn’t exactly spent a lot of time talking. Dmitry would randomly turn up like he did today, appearing on the lawn with a few choice words, and then he’d be gone. In the past three months, she had counted a handful of these meetings. Running fingers through her hair, she blew out a breath.
Sofia chose that moment to yawn and roll over. Her eyes were still closed and she snuggled back to sleep.
Sitting up with no tree and nothing for comfort, Alix lay back down on the lawn. The scent of the grass and earth surrounded her as she stared up at the sky.
Her parents had died not long after George’s, cancer taking them both. Staring up at the sky, she had to wonder if they were looking down on her now. Were they happy with her? Angry?
Her marriage to George had been a lie. He had tried many times to make it official, but she hadn’t wanted to have sex with him. She didn’t want to make their marriage real or risk having kids with a man who was selfish, cold, and cruel. George, her friend who would blow on her knee to take the burn away, or would read ratty old comics and blow gum bubbles, had gone long ago.
Dmitry was the first man in a long time to make her heart race. Even as she took care of his cut hand, she had felt this attraction toward him. He was a man of absolute power, someone to fear, and she felt these flutters within her chest, as well as the tightening in her gut.
She wanted him.
It was crazy. Completely and totally crazy, but she did. More than she liked to admit.
Before George, she had one other lover. He’d been an artist, and he’d seen her one day at the coffee shop when she was eighteen. It hadn’t been a romance. Alix had known from the beginning they weren’t a love match. It had been all about lust. Cold, hard fucking, exploring each other.
Alix never had that feeling again, not when Raoul had left to go to France, to make his art serious, or at least he called it that. They parted on good terms. She had never fallen in love with him.
There had been dates over the years, but none that had driven her to a wild night, or marriage.
Then she met Dmitry.
And those feelings, the ones she thought were only meant for one person, had been awakened, and she didn’t know how to turn them off.
Chapter Two
Dmitry sat at the dining room table, enjoying a small glass of wine. He had never been much of a wine drinker, but as he got older, he saw the appeal. He much preferred his cold, hard liquors, but wine would do for this evening.
He couldn’t help but glance at the door, waiting for Alix to arrive. One of his men had already told him Sofia was being a little … persistent in her storytelling. Alix had already read three stories and Sofia was demanding them all to be reread again. His little girl was a terror when she wanted to be. He wanted Alix down for dinner, but he also knew Sofia would look at him with those soft, childish eyes, that would make him a sucker to agree to anything.
