Born Bratva Series by Suzanne Steele

“Daddy! Daddy!” I have faced every terror known to man. Every blood-curdling scream for mercy only sent me deeper into my dark state of being. Their agonized screams never moved me to feel pity, nor have they ever struck fear in my heart. This, though… this was different. The cry of a child, terrified and begging for a father who could no longer help him, raised my hackles for the first time in my fucked-up life... more“Daddy! Daddy!” I have faced every terror known to man. Every blood-curdling scream for mercy only sent me deeper into my dark state of being. Their agonized screams never moved me to feel pity, nor have they ever struck fear in my heart. This, though… this was different. The cry of a child, terrified and begging for a father who could no longer help him, raised my hackles for the first time in my fucked-up life. Somehow, I know that breaking through the barriers of fire and smoke and saving this boy will avenge me, and I will finally find the redemption I so desperately need. As if they have been summoned from the very portals of hell, flames are licking at us from every angle, but I will never forgive myself if I leave this boy to be swallowed up by the inferno. A wooden beam crashes down beside me and pulls me back into the moment. Quickly, I bend over and lift the child from a pile of soot-blackened debris to heave him over my shoulder. Once the boy is secure in my arms, I turn and immediately run toward the door. With every step, my lungs scream for the life giving fresh air that looks so close, yet it feels so far away. The boy’s tiny fingers grip me tightly; one hand is hanging onto my leather gun holster, and the other is wrapped in the fabric of my shirt. When I dressed this morning, I certainly never anticipated this could be the day I die. The fire has burned through the walls in places, and sunlight beckons me through the cracks. The entire building threatens to cave in on us before we have the opportunity to crash through the door separating life from death. I will not fucking die today. I plow through the wooden door, instinctively knowing the handle is far too hot to be touched. Yafon waits just outside the door, and I toss the child into his outstretched arms right before I fall to my knees, struggling to gulp down the fresh air that now surrounds me. I gained a son today, and though he was not born of my loins, he will be raised Bratva with my last name. I now have three children, two sons and a daughter, to carry on the legacy of their father, Glazov. ©2015 Suzanne Steele less

When a college student infiltrates her way into a Bratva family to do an expose', she gets much more than she bargained for. Her only ally may very well be Kodiak; the son of Glazov; a cold blooded killer. This is Kodiak's story.

She may look like the typical soccer mom...she's anything but. She's a kick ass take no prisoners Born Bratva wife. To underestimate her is to make a mistake of lethal proportions.NikitaMy father is one of the most dangerous men in the world. I have grown up in the shelter of his wing; protected from all that could come against me... moreShe may look like the typical soccer mom...she's anything but. She's a kick ass take no prisoners Born Bratva wife. To underestimate her is to make a mistake of lethal proportions.NikitaMy father is one of the most dangerous men in the world. I have grown up in the shelter of his wing; protected from all that could come against me.Unlike my brother and sister who have been immersed in organized crime from the day they were born, my eyes have been veiled, my ears have been covered, and my soul has been protected. I have only known what the Pakhan has allowed me to have knowledge of. It is of utmost importance I’m kept in the dark about the heinous practices that go on in our line of work.I am the single most trusted individual to the man who is not only the Pakhan, but my father. I am his Sovietnik, his councilor, his lawyer, so it’s imperative I’m not privy to the inner workings of crime that go on behind closed doors.Until now…Make no mistake…I am my father’s son!NatashaI’ve been cleaning up Alexander Glazov’s messes forever—it’s all I know. I get a front row seat to this family’s brand of crazy. There’s not a whole hell of a lot that shocks me anymore.Until now…The Pakhan has pulled the one man who is never supposed to be subjected to acts of crime; right into the middle of a shit storm.Until now, Nikita and I have been able to keep things separate; he had his job, I had mine. Now…lines have been blurred.I’m seeing a side of Nikita I never knew existed. He’s not just the educated Sovietnik to the ruthless Alexander Glazov; he’s smart, savvy, ruthless, determined, and lethal when need be.It seems the Pakhan has tapped into a part of Nikita none of us knew existed until now. It also seems…Nikita Glazov is more like his father than any of us ever could have perceived.Make no mistake…Nikita is his father’s son! less

Some people say she's a machine and maybe she is when it comes to Born Bratva business. When her father gifts her with a new bodyguard named Oleg she does everything she can to torment him. Through the years of watching over the Pakhan's daughter Oleg finds himself wrapped up in a dark, sadistic, out of control love. It is the only weakness he has ever known. When the two of them finally unite it's TNT. Together they are Deadly.. moreSome people say she's a machine and maybe she is when it comes to Born Bratva business. When her father gifts her with a new bodyguard named Oleg she does everything she can to torment him. Through the years of watching over the Pakhan's daughter Oleg finds himself wrapped up in a dark, sadistic, out of control love. It is the only weakness he has ever known. When the two of them finally unite it's TNT. Together they are Deadly...Roksana:From the first time I laid eyes on him I knew my life would be forever changed. It wasn’t just his sadistic nature that pulled me in. Looking into his eyes was like coming home. It was the first time I realized he was the man who could not only relate to my psychopathic need for blood; he would be the one who shared in the bloodshed I crave.Alone I am a force to be reckoned with. With him I’m unstoppable.Oleg:She is the coldest woman I’ve ever met. I never imagined there would be someone I could work side by side with but the first time I saw her I knew she would be my partner. She’s as ruthless as I am, a force to be reckoned with, and together…we are unstoppable.This is our story. less

When shots ring out at a wedding, it leaves the Glazov family wondering if they are up against their most dangerous enemy to date--an insider... This is the first time the family has ever faced a betrayal from within. Told in third person past tense, all the couples make an appearance, with Glazov being the strong lead.