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Coles The Pakhan Was My Father’s Best Friend: A Forbidden, Age-Gap, Brother’s-Best-Friend Dark Bratva Romance at Bayshore Shopping Centre in Ottawa, ON
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He was my father's best friend. I've been in love with him since I was thirteen.
I learned to count the exits in a room before I learned to count past ten. That's what it means to be a Bratva daughter — you're raised in the blast radius, and you learn to want nothing, because wanting is how they find the soft place to put the knife.
So I never told anyone the truth: that I stopped calling Ilya Volkov Uncle the day I turned eighteen. That the most dangerous man in New York — silver-haired, twenty-nine years older than me, a widower who hasn't said his dead wife's name in fifteen years — is the only thing I've ever actually let myself want.
Then I tell him. And my father catches us, and swears he'll kill him, and calls him dead.
And then my father does the one thing neither of us expects: with a war closing in, he hands me to the man he just disowned. Keep her alive , he says. Because no one in this city can protect me like the Pakhan can.
Now I'm living in Ilya's fortress, learning the lonely architecture of a man who buried himself with his wife. He swears he won't touch me — not while I'm frightened, not while I have nowhere else to go. He says I deserve to choose him from strength, not fear.
He doesn't understand that I chose him ten years ago.
But an old enemy is coming for everything Ilya loves — and by loving him, I've just become the one thing his fifteen years of armor never had: a throat. A soft place. A way to make the Pakhan kneel.
They're about to learn what a careful man does when you threaten the only thing he has left.
He was my father's best friend. I've been in love with him since I was thirteen.
I learned to count the exits in a room before I learned to count past ten. That's what it means to be a Bratva daughter — you're raised in the blast radius, and you learn to want nothing, because wanting is how they find the soft place to put the knife.
So I never told anyone the truth: that I stopped calling Ilya Volkov Uncle the day I turned eighteen. That the most dangerous man in New York — silver-haired, twenty-nine years older than me, a widower who hasn't said his dead wife's name in fifteen years — is the only thing I've ever actually let myself want.
Then I tell him. And my father catches us, and swears he'll kill him, and calls him dead.
And then my father does the one thing neither of us expects: with a war closing in, he hands me to the man he just disowned. Keep her alive , he says. Because no one in this city can protect me like the Pakhan can.
Now I'm living in Ilya's fortress, learning the lonely architecture of a man who buried himself with his wife. He swears he won't touch me — not while I'm frightened, not while I have nowhere else to go. He says I deserve to choose him from strength, not fear.
He doesn't understand that I chose him ten years ago.
But an old enemy is coming for everything Ilya loves — and by loving him, I've just become the one thing his fifteen years of armor never had: a throat. A soft place. A way to make the Pakhan kneel.
They're about to learn what a careful man does when you threaten the only thing he has left.
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