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Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 68937 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 345(@200wpm)___ 276(@250wpm)___ 230(@300wpm)

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The fourth book in the Semyonov Bratva series featuring Dima.

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When I win the lottery, the first thing I’m going to buy is a pot to piss in. I’ve always wanted one of those.

—Keely to Copper

KEELY

13 years old

I didn’t want to go home.

But, because I had no other choice, I started walking anyway.

I didn’t have a phone, so I couldn’t call one of my brothers to pick me up. Consequently, I was soaked when I arrived home because, although it was only misting, I’d been walking in that mist for a solid forty-five minutes.

Luckily, it was warm out.

When I arrived home, I put my backpack in the laundry room where hopefully it was warm enough to dry off quickly, then deposited my shoes on the mat beside the door.

Since I was the one who cleaned—everything—I’d implemented a rule with my family that we always took our shoes off at the door to avoid having to clean any more than I had to.

My brothers followed this rule—at fourteen, sixteen and seventeen. My father, however, did not.

It was almost like he experienced joy every time he walked into the house with his shoes on, always searching the room for me to make sure that I saw that he was wearing his disgusting shoes in the house.

Sometimes I swore he stepped into the dirt on his way inside just to spite me. As a big wig real estate mogul, the man never saw anything but concrete and asphalt. God forbid he actually have to get his hands dirty.

Needless to say, as I was taking off my shoes, I felt a stab of anger roll through me.

Not that I would ever, and I do mean ever, call him on it.

I was a pushover.

It literally hurt my soul when faced with confrontation. My skin broke out in a cold sweat, my heartbeat accelerated, and my flight or fight response was activated. And let’s just say, fight was never my response. It was always flight.

When my feet were bare, I peeked around the corner to see if my father was anywhere in sight and found him nowhere.

Running through the kitchen, I stopped at the next checkpoint at the mouth of the hall, peering down it to make sure my father’s study door wasn’t open.

When it wasn’t—meaning he was working—I took off like a shot down the hallway, making sure to keep my feet light so he didn’t hear me pounding past.

I spent the majority of my time in my room when my brothers weren’t here.

So when I got to my bedroom, I gathered my things, then headed across the hall into Chevy’s room and closed, then locked the door.

Much more comfortable now that I was in a room with a locking door—Dad felt that I wasn’t responsible enough for a lock on my door—I showered in relative peace, uncaring that all I had to clean myself with was Chevy’s bougie man body wash.

Once I was finished, I walked out of the bathroom with the towel wrapped around me, heading for my clothes on Chevy’s bed, and froze.

My dad was sitting on Chevy’s bed, eyes gleaming.

I swallowed hard, my flight instinct kicking in, and I ran.

My dad had made the mistake of keeping the door open, which worked out well for me because I hauled butt right out of it and made a beeline for the only other place that I knew I’d be safe—my neighbor’s place.

Not that she knew that I was there, but her greenhouse had a lock on it, and I stayed there a lot when my brothers weren’t there because I knew he wouldn’t follow me.

I didn’t make it out the door, though, when my dad caught me.

His arm went around my waist and he pulled me back into his huge, disgusting body.

Bile rose in my throat, and I closed my eyes as I disappeared into my mind.

Roses.

I loved roses.

I loved Zinnias even more. I loved how they were all different colors, shapes, sizes and so vibrant.

I loved…

An unholy roar tore me out of my head and into the present.

I was naked, standing in the middle of the kitchen, and my dad was down at my feet.

What was surprising was that my brother was there, too.

He had Dad down on the ground, and he was kneeling over him, straddling his body, and punching him over and over again in the face.

The sound of flesh meeting flesh should’ve been terrifying.

It should’ve been a whole lot of things, but peaceful wasn’t one of those.

I watched with a dispassionate eye as Copper beat my father to death.

He didn’t stop until my father’s aide came through the door looking for him.

Copper stopped, picked up my towel that was covered in flecks of blood, and wrapped it around me before putting himself solidly between myself and Martin Palmer’s gaze.

Martin’s gaze went from my brother to my dad—which I could see in the reflection of the mirror across the room—and then stopped on Copper. “You’re done.”

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Advertisement Walking Red Flag (Semyonov Bratva #3) Read Online Lani Lynn Vale http://www.books2020.com/walking-red-flag-semyonov-bratva-3-read-online-lani-lynn-vale Mon, 10 Mar 2025 19:24:54 +0000 http://www.books2020.com/walking-red-flag-semyonov-bratva-3-read-online-lani-lynn-vale Genre: Alpha Male, Biker, Contemporary, Erotic, Insta-Love, Mafia, MC, Suspense Authors: Lani Lynn Vale Series: Semyonov Bratva Series by Lani Lynn Vale
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Total pages in book: 69
Estimated words: 69352 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 347(@200wpm)___ 277(@250wpm)___ 231(@300wpm)

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Life isn’t fair.

If anyone on Earth should know that, it’s Milena Semyonov.

She’s suffered blow after blow, and the hits just keep on coming.

Just when she’s sworn off being happy, that maybe being numb is the better way to navigate life, she meets him.
Cutter Carson Clayborne.

The man that finally shows her how a real man is supposed to treat her.

Just when she didn’t think life could get any worse, the man that abused her as a young, impressionable teen is back, showing her that life can, in fact, get worse.

When she’s ready to quit, Cutter is there, making sure that she knows that he’ll be there, whether she wants him there or not.

He is her husband, after all. And the unlikely pair have an understanding that they’ll stay married for two years, make a baby, and join two crime syndicates in unholy matrimony.

Cutter has other plans, though. He only agrees to the original plan to make her his.

He won’t ever give her up. What’s his stays his. And there’s not a man on the earth that’ll ever touch Milena again. Not with Cutter alive and able to take out anyone that tries

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Semyonov Bratva, Book 3

MILENA + CUTTER

Life isn’t fair.

If anyone on Earth should know that, it’s Milena Semyonov.

She’s suffered blow after blow, and the hits just keep on coming.

Just when she’s sworn off being happy, that maybe being numb is the better way to navigate life, she meets him.

Cutter Carson Clayborne.

The man that finally shows her how a real man is supposed to treat her.

Just when she didn’t think life could get any worse, the man that abused her as a young, impressionable teen is back, showing her that life can, in fact, get worse.

When she’s ready to quit, Cutter is there, making sure that she knows that he’ll be there, whether she wants him there or not.

He is her husband, after all. And the unlikely pair have an understanding that they’ll stay married for two years, make a baby, and join two crime syndicates in unholy matrimony.

Cutter has other plans, though. He only agrees to the original plan to make her his.

He won’t ever give her up. What’s his stays his. And there’s not a man on the earth that’ll ever touch Milena again. Not with Cutter alive and able to take out anyone that tries.

I do more gagging than nagging if you love me right.

—Milena’s secret thoughts

MILENA

“I gotta go, Asher,” I said with a sigh. “Hazel is here to run with me.”

Asher rolled his eyes. “Of course she is. You go run instead of talking this out like an adult would.”

I gritted my teeth. “Asher, now is not the time. You knew that I was going running way before you started this discussion with me.”

“I did, but I didn’t think that you would refuse to talk to me about it. Why do you act like this?” he seethed.

“I promise that we’ll talk about it when I get back,” I repeated.

“Well, that’s not going to work for me, because I’m leaving on a business trip,” he grumbled. “I leave in an hour.”

“What?” I asked. “When did this happen?”

“While you were in the shower ignoring me. They asked last week if I wanted to go, I said no, because it was your birthday this weekend. Then you pulled this shit, and I told them I’d go.”

That just made me angry.

I narrowed my eyes at him and counted to ten in my head.

When I was calm enough to reply, I said, “Well, I hope you have a safe trip.”

He snorted and turned his back on me.

I shuffled to the door, wondering if I should just call it quits now.

It was obvious that this wasn’t working with Asher.

He was too…much.

Just too much.

There were no other words for what he was.

I opened the door to the apartment and was unsurprised to find Hazel already standing there.

“Hey…”

“What the fuck was that?” she grumbled.

I waited until the door of Asher’s apartment was closed before I gave her a “wait” face.

She did, not saying a word until we were downstairs and stretching outside of the building.

“Well? What was that?” she repeated, frustrated now.

I sighed. “That was Asher being a complete dick.”

Had she not been hanging out with her new office friends over the last month, she might’ve known that Asher and I had been having a few issues.

Those issues were now big issues that were dominating our relationship.

“Asher wants to go out and enjoy more of life than I’m capable of giving him,” I vented. “He wants to hang out with his friends, and he wants me to go with him because he feels guilty when I stay home. Then he says he feels obligated to hang out with me instead of participating. When I do go, he leaves me, and I only see him from across the room of wherever we happen to be. And to be quite honest, I’m not too fond of his friends, and he thinks I have an unhealthy attachment to my family.”

Hazel snorted. “You kind of do, but it’s understandable.”

I stopped stretching and looked at her. “What do you mean by that?”

“I just mean that you are with them all the time, and you never spend time with him unless it’s after you’ve seen to their needs.” She shrugged, like she hadn’t just stabbed me in the heart.

“You know that I love my family,” I pointed out. “I don’t think it’s a crime to want to be around them.”

“No, not a crime,” she agreed. “But you could go hang out with Asher before you check in with your family. You could stay with Asher without completely dropping him if someone from your family calls and asks you for something.”

I snorted. “The only time I ‘drop’ Asher is if someone calls for emergency babysitter help,” I said. “And Auden and Maven are really the only ones that call me to help, and that’s only because they know that Shasha and Brecken, as well as Nastya and Haze, are busy with their own kids.”

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Advertisement Hey Daddy (Semyonov Bratva #2) Read Online Lani Lynn Vale http://www.books2020.com/hey-daddy-semyonov-bratva-2-read-online-lani-lynn-vale Wed, 12 Feb 2025 07:22:50 +0000 http://www.books2020.com/hey-daddy-semyonov-bratva-2-read-online-lani-lynn-vale Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary, Insta-Love, Mafia, Novella Authors: Lani Lynn Vale Series: Semyonov Bratva Series by Lani Lynn Vale
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Total pages in book: 69
Estimated words: 69063 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 345(@200wpm)___ 276(@250wpm)___ 230(@300wpm)

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Broody. Hot. Intoxicating.

Nastya Semyonov first met Haze at a bar, but for Haze Hopkins, duty calls before either can act
on their desires. He’s gone without a glance back, leaving her thinking that maybe all the hot
looks were only one-sided.
Fast forward to the next day, Nastya hitches a ride to her car that she left behind the night before,
only to run into the same man from last night.
Neither one truly thinks before they act, and they spend a hot fifteen minutes in a fast-food
restaurant bathroom before parting ways again.
It’s as she’s walking back to her car that she realizes how badly she’s screwed up.
Because her car is surrounded in police tape, and there’s one very angry man wearing a badge
standing in front of it with her name on an arrest warrant for killing a man.
Mistakes were made. Repeatedly.
But Detective Haze Hopkins isn’t complaining.
He was ready to quit, anyway.
Crime pays better.

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NASTYA + HAZE

Broody. Hot. Intoxicating.

Nastya Semyonov first met Haze at a bar, but for Haze Hopkins, duty calls before either can act on their desires. He’s gone without a glance back, leaving her thinking that maybe all the hot looks were only one-sided.

Fast forward to the next day, Nastya hitches a ride to her car that she left behind the night before, only to run into the same man from last night.

Neither one truly thinks before they act, and they spend a hot fifteen minutes in a fast-food restaurant bathroom before parting ways again.

It’s as she’s walking back to her car that she realizes how badly she’s screwed up.

Because her car is surrounded in police tape, and there’s one very angry man wearing a badge standing in front of it with her name on an arrest warrant for killing a man.

Mistakes were made. Repeatedly.

But Detective Haze Hopkins isn’t complaining.

He was ready to quit, anyway.

Crime pays better.

I’m always sharing personal experiences in my novels. Some are good. Some are bad. Some are heartbreaking.

This one is dedicated to my second born. Though you were a dog, you were a huge piece of my heart. You grew up with my human babies, and you’ll forever remain in my heart.

To Big John. You were the best dog ever. I wish that we could’ve kept you forever. You were worth all the hair, slobber, and dirt.

You’ll never be replaced, because you’ve left too big of a hole to fill.

I think my problem is I like to see how red my flag can get.

—Nastya’s secret thoughts

NASTYA

I grunted as I shoved the huge box into my car.

The giant box had started off on the cart that I used when I had big purchases that I needed help carrying—I did a whole lot of Amazon one-hour pickups that required this.

I’d rolled the cart to the back of the car and had used everything I had to get the damn thing into the back cargo area.

It’d taken me a couple of tries—because damn, it was awkward—but eventually I’d been able to manage it.

It was a nugget ice maker and I couldn’t wait to test it out.

“Hey,” an amused voice called out.

I grinned and made a dive through the open window of the car, throwing my arms around my sister.

“Hey!” I squeaked. “What are you doing here?”

“I had to go get diapers before I met you at the bar…” She paused. “You want to ride with me? I’ll come back and drop you off when I’m done.”

“Absolutely,” I said as I ran back to the X3, caught up my purse, closed the back hatch of my SUV with a distracted click of the button, and came hauling ass back to my sister.

God, it was still so crazy to say that.

My sister.

Well, not necessarily “my sister” as much as which sister.

When I was eight years old, we’d gone to the Smoky Mountains in Gatlinburg, Tennessee, to have a much-needed family vacation.

What we got was my baby sister, Marina—now known as Maven—getting abducted.

My parents spent the rest of their lives searching, never giving up.

Then one day two years ago, we’d all been having family dinner—we’d moved to Gatlinburg in hopes of maybe one day seeing her again—when we’d gotten the news that our sister had been found.

Maven smiled and said, “Get in the car, or we’ll be late.”

I did, getting into the passenger seat and buckling up.

I kicked a couple of naked Barbie dolls to the side and said, “Your car is so trashed right now.”

“I know.” She groaned. “I never realized how crazy it was to have children.”

Maven now had three. Lola, the love of my life, Brando, the sweetest boy I’d ever met, and Redford, the hellion.

“You should get your husband to get it detailed,” I instructed.

“He refuses because he doesn’t want the kids eating in the car.” She rolled her eyes. “Like I could stop that. I have two small kids, one of which is a toddler and doesn’t understand why he has to be cooped up in his car seat for an hour during school pick up and drop off, and he expects me to keep the kids entertained without, might I add, an iPad?” She snorted. “Mr. ‘I don’t intend to raise iPad kids’ wants me to entertain these kids without technology or food? Yeah, right.”

“I do agree with the iPad kid thing.” I shuddered. “I saw a kid in Target throw a fit a little bit ago because her mom wouldn’t let her have her phone when the kid’s iPad died. Threw the biggest fit, and the woman buys her all kinds of toys to get her to shut up.”

“I understand the necessity of it, which was why I agreed with the no iPad thing, but not the no food thing,” she agreed as she hooked a left and turned into the bar parking lot we were meeting Milena at.

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Advertisement Stay Toxic (Semyonov Bratva #1) Read Online Lani Lynn Vale http://www.books2020.com/stay-toxic-semyonov-bratva-1-read-online-lani-lynn-vale Tue, 28 Jan 2025 08:14:42 +0000 http://www.books2020.com/stay-toxic-semyonov-bratva-1-read-online-lani-lynn-vale Genre: Alpha Male, Billionaire, Contemporary, Insta-Love, Mafia, Suspense Authors: Lani Lynn Vale Series: Semyonov Bratva Series by Lani Lynn Vale
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Total pages in book: 67
Estimated words: 67553 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 338(@200wpm)___ 270(@250wpm)___ 225(@300wpm)

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There was right, there was wrong, and then there was the in-between.

The place where normal people reside, understanding that there are two sides to every coin. People that do bad things for good reasons. People that do bad things for bad reasons.

First, I knew that Shasha Semyonov was a bad man. One that did bad things for bad reasons. That didn’t mean that I was rational when it came to him.

He was toxic to my health, yet I wanted him anyway.

They say the first step to healing is admitting when you have a problem.

My problem happened to be six feet two inches tall, two hundred and twenty pounds, and bearded to perfection.
Oh, and he was also the scariest guy I knew.

Meanwhile, I was the laughingstock of the city.

The woman who was cheated on by her boyfriend with her best friend, and it was captured live while a band played in the background, perfectly accenting the humiliating video.

There was no way that Shasha Semyonov would notice me.

Right?

Wrong.

I’d definitely been noticed.

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SEMYONOV BRATVA, BOOK 1

SHASHA + BRECKEN

There was right, there was wrong, and then there was the in-between.

The place where normal people reside, understanding that there are two sides to every coin. People that do bad things for good reasons. People that do bad things for bad reasons.

First, I knew that Shasha Semyonov was a bad man. One that did bad things for bad reasons. That didn’t mean that I was rational when it came to him.

He was toxic to my health, yet I wanted him anyway.

They say the first step to healing is admitting when you have a problem.

My problem happened to be six feet two inches tall, two hundred and twenty pounds, and bearded to perfection.

Oh, and he was also the scariest guy I knew.

Meanwhile, I was the laughingstock of the city.

The woman who was cheated on by her boyfriend with her best friend, and it was captured live while a band played in the background, perfectly accenting the humiliating video.

There was no way that Shasha Semyonov would notice me.

Right?

Wrong.

I’d definitely been noticed.

To the man that owns my heart. I love you despite the fact that you can’t find a fucking trashcan to save your life. I love you even though when you shave your beard, all of your hair lands in the freakin’ sink and you don’t clean it up. I love you even though you’re the messiest cooker on the planet.

I love you because you give me anything I want. A hug when I’m in the worst mood. A sweatshirt because you know I’m cold. A lift down out of the back of the truck when I could just as easily jump down. A batch of cookies even though you didn’t want to make them. A complicated coffee drink even though ordering it takes you a whole thirty-nine seconds to tell the barista what I want.

I love you because you’re the dad to our children my own father never was.

I love you because you’re you.

And this book, like so many others before, is for you.

Boys. Ew.

—Brecken’s secret thoughts

BRECKEN

Eight months ago

“Hey.”

I looked up at the hesitant voice and smiled at the school librarian.

“Hey there, Viveka!” I chirped. “How’s that book going?”

Viveka, the quiet book nerd who had a dirty side a mile long, smiled at me. “Doing okay.”

That smile didn’t reach her eyes, though, and I wondered if it was her husband again.

Her husband had come up to the school multiple times over the few years that she’d been working at West Dallas High with me, and I hated him more each time he came in.

I could tell he was abusive just by the way that Viveka cringed every time he came near her.

And now she was pregnant, though she hadn’t shared with anyone that she was. I only knew that she was because I’d walked in on her in the staff bathroom stuffing a pregnancy test in her pocket.

When I’d asked about it, she’d shared and told me how scared she was.

That was a few weeks ago, and each time I saw her, I wondered if she’d shared with her husband yet or not.

“It’s a pretty good one,” she said as she sat down.

My best friend, Jolessa, came into the break room, her lunch tote under her arm.

She sat at the table and smiled. “Hello, ladies.”

“Hey, Jolessa.” Viveka smiled at her, though it wasn’t as sincere as the one she’d just given me. “How are you today?”

“Fantastic,” she answered. “I found a new boy-toy.”

“Boy-toy?” I snorted. “Who?”

“No one you’d know,” she said evasively before she turned toward Viveka. “What book are you reading today?”

The quick change of subject made me curious, but I decided to give her the out…for now.

“A new one about dragons,” she said. “You’d like this one.”

“What’s the story about?” I asked. “Other than dragons, of course.”

“Oh.” She frowned. “It’s about this woman that’s in an abusive situation. She gets pregnant and she runs.”

“I’d never run,” Jolessa said. “That’s not something that’ll ever work out.”

“Why not?” I asked.

“Why not?” she parroted. “Well, for one, if you’re in an abusive situation, you always run and get caught. It’s like every single thriller ever written. I’d rather be on my home turf.”

Jolessa did have a point, but…

I rolled my eyes. “Home turf or not, if you’re scared that your situation would hurt you or your baby.” I looked to Viveka, who was listening intently. “You run. And if you can’t run, or you’re afraid you’ll get caught, you go to the scariest man in the city and ask him to protect you and the baby.”

“Who would that be?” Jolessa rolled her eyes.

Jolessa lived in dreamland.

She had no clue that life was hard.

Sure, life wasn’t hard for Jolessa. Never had been or ever would be, but there were bad things happening all around her. It was like none of that affected her, though.

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