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  The Hollow

  Preacher Brothers, 4

  Jenika Snow

  THE HOLLOW (PREACHER BROTHERS, 4)

  By Jenika Snow

  www.JenikaSnow.com

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  Copyright © September 2020 by Jenika Snow

  First ebook publication © September 2020 Jenika Snow

  Cover design by: Lori Jackson

  Editor: Kayla Robichaux

  Proofer: All Encompassing Books

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  I saw her and instantly knew she’d be mine. There was no other option for me.

  Nadja was the only woman who made my heart beat for the first time in my life.

  She was an angel.

  I was the devil.

  But she still wanted me.

  Being the daughter of a notorious bratva member meant she was never really mine. She’d be given away, used like a pawn, bartered for power. And at the end of the day, I wielded no power over that.

  Then she gave herself to me, and I to her. I vowed she was mine no matter what.

  But then she was taken from me, and five long years passed in which my heart was outside my body, and I had no idea how to get it back. I knew who had her, would do anything to get her back, but despite being a Preacher brother, I was no match for the Russian mafia.

  I became a hollow, angry man.

  She was the stars to my darkness, and without her light, I was the vast nothing.

  And then by some miracle, she was back in my life, but she was not the girl I once knew. She was afraid, running for her life, and it was my job to protect her at all costs.

  Because even if it’d been five years since I’d seen her… Nadja was still mine more than ever.

  Contents

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Chapter 22

  Chapter 23

  Chapter 24

  Chapter 25

  Chapter 26

  Chapter 27

  Chapter 28

  Chapter 29

  Chapter 30

  Chapter 31

  Chapter 32

  Epilogue One

  Epilogue Two

  Epilogue Three

  About the Author

  1

  Frankie

  Five years ago

  She was sweeter than anything I’d ever tasted, an addiction, my obsession.

  I pulled her in closer, curling my hands around her waist, needing her tethered to me forever. She was tiny compared to me, her body feminine, her curves slight but womanly.

  “Frankie,” she whispered against my lips and I couldn’t help but groan.

  I loved when she said my name, especially when I was pushed deep between her thighs. “You know my father has his men watching me, following me.”

  Yeah, I knew that, but I didn’t care. It didn’t change the fact that being with Nadja Romonoff was forbidden in her father’s eyes.

  I didn’t care that Nadja’s father was Petrov Romonoff, a high-ranking official in the bratva. I didn’t care, because I’d fallen in love with this girl, wanted our lives entwined forever. I didn’t care that what we did could get me killed. I didn’t care that her father would have no problem, no guilt in cutting off my head and putting it on a stake on principle alone.

  None of that mattered, because I loved her more than I loved myself, more than I loved anybody else. And that included my brothers.

  She was light where I was dark, good where I was bad. We had a chance meeting, an accidental run-in when we met, when she’d come into my life. She was my life preserver keeping me afloat.

  My life had been brutality and pain, violence and hardness. But Nadja showed me there was more.

  There was so much more to life with her by my side.

  And ever since then, she’d been mine. I’d known that the moment I looked into her green eyes. I’d risk anything to be with her, to make sure she stayed by my side. I tilted my head and deepened the kiss, slipping my tongue between the seam of her lips, making her take all of me.

  “Frankie,” she moaned my name against my mouth, this strangled whisper.

  Hearing her say my name always had me nearly losing control.

  “I don’t want anyone else in my life.” She rested her head against my chest, and I held her tightly to me. “You’re the only man I’ll ever love.”

  I couldn’t hold back my possessive, obsessive side as my fingers tightened around her, as I inhaled deeply and took her scent into my body.

  “I should get you home,” I said low, deep, although that was the last thing I wanted.

  “I’m not ready to go home.”

  God, I didn’t want her to leave. “Your dad already wants me dead, baby, and it’s way past your curfew.”

  She was already shaking her head before I finished. “I’m not worried if you aren’t.”

  I wasn’t kidding when I said her father wanted me dead. He literally did, because I wasn’t listening and staying away, but hell, I’d take death ten times over just to be with Nadja.

  “Take me somewhere private, somewhere we can be alone.”

  My heart thundered at hearing her words, knowing what they meant. I heard the intent in her words.

  “You’re sure?” She pulled back enough I could look into her eyes.

  She licked her lips and nodded. “I’ve wanted to be with you in every way since the moment I met you, Frankie. I just want you.”

  I closed my eyes and rested my forehead against hers, groaning. I loved this girl so much. So fucking much.

  I knew where to take her, where we could be alone, where not even my brothers’ presence would be a hindrance. Because I wanted Nadja all to myself.

  After a moment, I started driving toward a small motel on the outskirts of town. The owner owed me a favor for giving a beatdown on a punk who wouldn’t stop loitering. I’d been all too happy to beat the shit out of a little asshole if it meant having someone owe me. I racked those favors up like they were gold.

  And they were.

  There was nothing more powerful in this world than having someone know they owed you.

  I was sure her father knew where we’d been, but I risked losing the tail he no doubt had on me. The traffic was thick on a Saturday night, with a few cars behind me. No doubt one of them was employed by Petrov.

  I took a left, a right. Another right. One more left. I took the turns fast, seeing Nadja hold on to the armrest as the car jerked in every direction, but she wore a smile. She knew why I did this. It may not lose them, and I was sure they’d still find us eventually, but I’d have her to myself for the time being.

  I should have been smarter where Petrov was concerned. He already made it known he didn’t want us together, that when she did have somebody in her life romantically, when she did marry, it would be somebody of his choosing, someone who could tie the families together, build an alliance. So maybe he entertained what we had for the time being, but I knew he’d never let it last, never let it go on.

  Her father didn’t care if she was happy, if she ever loved a man she was tied to, forced to be with. He only cared about himself.

  And I knew in the end that would be what tried to keep us apart. But Petrov didn’t know who I was, not really. I was a motherfucking Preacher brother… and what I wanted, I got.

  It might take the rest of my life, but I’d have Nadja as mine.

  2

  Frankie

  I’d taken her to the outskirts of town, the little motel seeming a bit like it should be in one of those trucker horror movies, but I’d never let anything happen to her. I’d made quick work with the guy at the front desk, the asshole who owed me. He hadn’t given me any trouble, just handed me a room key, said it was the last one down the way, and left it at that.

  I led us out, my heart thundering, my cock hard and uncomfortable as it pressed against my fly. I knew she was a virgin, something she told me between heated kisses one night. I wanted to make this good for her, sweet and soft, slow and easy like she deserved. But I’d been so wound up since the moment I saw her that I knew if I didn’t keep a tight leash on my arousal, this would be over before I was even inside her.

  And coming in my damn jeans like a fucking teenager was the epitome of a mood killer.

  We’d been in the motel room for the last half hour, both of us on the bed, me on top of her. We’d tumbled through the room and im
mediately attacked each other, lips on lips, hands roaming over skin. I was insatiable for her, knew I’d never get enough.

  “God, you feel so good pressed against me,” I muttered and kissed a path along the side of her throat. “Are you sure about this, baby?” I licked and sucked, kissed and nipped at her flesh, and I felt goose bumps pop up along her arms and legs. She tasted sweeter than anything that had ever graced my tongue.

  I adjusted my much larger frame over her and pulled back slightly so I could look into her eyes. For a moment, we just stared at each other. Nadja was so feminine, so petite where I was big, so womanly where I was masculine. I thrust against her, a groan leaving me and a gasp spilling from her parted lips. I could feel her heat through the denim of my jeans, my mouth watering at how wet I knew she was.

  I braced my weight on my elbows beside her head and leaned in to kiss her softly.

  “I’ve never been surer of anything in my life, Frankie.”

  I groaned and pushed forward slightly, the length of my massive erection pressing against the most intimate part of her. I did this over and over again, unable to help myself. It didn’t matter that we were still fully clothed, tumbling into the room and falling onto the bed in a tangle of limbs and heated kisses. We’d been making out for so long my lips were tender, my cock so fucking hard I knew if I didn’t slow down, I’d come in my damn jeans.

  “I don’t want you to think that I’m rushing you,” I murmured against her lips, kissing her again, because I couldn’t help myself. “I can wait as long as you need. I can wait forever.”

  And that was the truth.

  She shook her head and pulled me impossibly closer to her.

  Nadja was sweet and addictive, and never had I wanted something as much as I wanted this girl.

  I lifted up enough I got a good look at her face again, and my chest tightened at the way she stared up at me with those big blue eyes. Her dark brown hair was a sexy mess around her head, the strands fanned out over the pillow, the darkness in the room making the locks seem like spilled ink.

  The moment I saw her all those months ago, I instantly felt this connection, like this string had been attached from my chest to hers, pulling us closer and closer. I’d seen her sitting on the patio of a café, her teeth pulling at her bottom lip, her focus on her phone. She’d been alone, and I literally stopped in my tracks.

  I had to talk to her, to get to know her.

  And so I did.

  For the first time in my life, I felt this all-consuming need to know someone, to have my life intercept with theirs.

  I expected her to tell me to fuck off, some random dude coming up and talking with her, wanting to get to know her, but I swore to fucking God when she looked in my eyes, I’d seen a spark behind them, as if she felt that connection too.

  And the rest had been history.

  Our relationship had been fast, maybe confusing and irrational to most, but to me it was fucking perfection. She didn’t care that I had no money, that my life was shit, that my childhood was damaged. I’d told her all about me, the first and only person aside from my brothers who knew the abuse we’d gone through. And she listened, let me get it out, told me she was here for me.

  And when she told me about her life, who her father was, I honestly thought she assumed it would scare me away.

  Not fucking likely.

  She was now tethered to me, my life, my world.

  I wasn’t going anywhere for the rest of my life.

  I was pulled back to the present when she started lifting up her lower body, grinding herself on me. I never believed in destiny or fate; hell, with the childhood I had, there was no room for thinking things happened for a reason or there was a fucking pot of gold at the end of the rainbow.

  But having Nadja in my life made me feel like we were destined to be together. I felt that to my soul.

  “I want you.” She reached between us and placed her palm right over my erection.

  A groan left me at that very light touch, my eyes closed on their own, and I prayed like hell I didn’t come before this even started. She moved her hand up and down my length.

  “You’re so hard.” Her voice was so very low but heated from her arousal.

  Fuck.

  “Baby,” I grunted. “You can’t say that kind of stuff, not unless you want me to come.” I leaned down, took her mouth in another hard, deep kiss, and pushed from my mind all other thoughts that didn’t have to do with what was happening right now.

  Nadja gripped my biceps and opened her mouth wider. We moved our tongues along each other’s, and the wet sound of our kiss filled my head, causing me to feel drunk, or high, or shit, all of the above. She panted against my lips, spread her legs wider, and I pressed my hips harder into hers. Gently, slowly thrusting against her, I kept thinking about us being naked and how it would feel to have my bare cock deep in her naked pussy.

  Not breaking the kiss, I reached between us, grabbed the hem of her skirt, and pushed it up. I wanted us both naked and sweaty when I was finally buried deep inside her. Pulling away from her was hard, but I wanted to get a good look at her. Although taking her in this cheap motel room for the first time wasn’t my idea of romantic, just being with Nadja was perfect.

  She raised her upper body, reached for the bottom of her shirt, and pulled the material up and over her head. After tossing it aside, she reached behind her and unhooked her bra. And all the while I just stared at her, transfixed by the sight of her gorgeous flesh being uncovered for me.

  My mind short-circuited as filthy things consumed my mind, images of us naked and sweaty, panting and gripping each other… filling her up with my cock and seed. Her breasts came free of the cotton restraint, and rosy-peach-colored nipples hardened the instant the chilled air touched them.

  My mouth watered for a taste, and although I knew her flesh was soft and sweeter than anything I ever had before, at this moment, it was like I’d never sampled her.

  My cock throbbed, the tip wet from pre-cum. I moved back a bit more so she could take her panties off. I all but tore her skirt away from her body, trying to be gentle, but feeling lost in my passion right now.

  I was breathing so damn hard as I reached behind my neck to grab a chunk of my shirt and pulled it up and over my head. I tossed the material aside and moved away only enough to undo my pants and take them off. And then I was right back on her, my naked body against hers, the heat singeing my body.

  And when I pressed my dick against her wet slit, I saw the way her eyes widened slightly and heard how her breath hitched.

  “God,” she breathed out. “You’re huge.” She licked her lips, and I was riveted to the sight of her bottom lip as it became slightly wet and red from the act. “I’m so ready for you.” She rested fully back on the bed and slowly opened her thighs even more until there was no part of her that wasn’t open for me.

  Fuck, her pussy lips parted as well, and I could see how wet, pink, and swollen she was. There was a trimmed thatch of dark hair that covered her mound, but other than that, she was smooth and bare… and all mine.

  I felt every possessive, obsessive side of me rise up as I thought about how I’d never let Nadja go no matter what, no matter who or what tried to push us apart. She was the only woman for me. “You’re mine, baby.” My voice was harsh and gruff, and I wanted to be soft for her. She deserved that. She deserved the fucking world at her feet.

  I felt like some kind of animal right now, ready to mark my mate, to claim her in the most primal, barbaric way. It was exhilarating and arousing, and I felt myself spiraling out of control. I wanted to lick every inch of her body, wanted to memorize every dip and curve of her, but right now, I needed to be inside Nadja.