Sons of Anarchy: Bratva

Sons of Anarchy: Bratva

Christopher Golden

Language: English

Pages: 256

ISBN: 1250060834

Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub

Set between the third and fourth episodes of season four of the groundbreaking television drama Sons of Anarchy, from the mind of Executive Producer Kurt Sutter…

With half of the club recently released from Stockton State Penitentiary, and the Galindo drug cartel bringing down heat at every turn, the MC already has its hands full. Yet Jax Teller the V.P. of SAMCRO has another problem to deal with. He just learned that his Irish half-sister Trinity has been in the U.S. for months entangled with Russian BRATVA gangsters. Now that she's abruptly gone missing, he's sure the brewing mafia war is connected to her disappearance. Jax heads to Nevada with Chibs and Opie to search for her and seek revenge. Trinity may be half-Irish, but she's also half-Teller and where Teller's go, trouble follows.

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musical act performing at the east end of the show, and visiting the big silver Airstream trailer that had been converted into a mobile cantina and snack shop. Their kettle corn had been delicious. Now, with the gun show over and the sun swiftly sinking behind the red mountains in the west, they drove along the dirt road leading up to the main house on Oscar Temple’s ranch. There were fences everywhere, but their focus was on security. They spotted a couple of guards and at least three cameras,

man, but in her experience the death of good men had always been one of life’s few guarantees. Not Oleg, she thought. She would not lose him. Oleg was a good man. Trinity feared that he might need to become a bad man to survive, but if that was what it took for her to be able to keep him, then so be it. “Well, well,” he said, stepping into the bathroom as if summoned by her thoughts. Trinity glanced out through the dirty glass door. “What do you think you’re doin’?” she asked, teeth

“You’re not getting coffee, either,” Carney told him. Jax smiled, but it turned to a wince. Carney flicked on the light above the kitchen table, and now he saw the bruises and swelling on his visitor’s face. “Rough night?” “I’m alive,” Jax replied. “I’d like to stay that way, and keep Trinity alive, too.” “She told me her name was Caitlin Dunphy. I heard one of ’em call her Trinity, but I didn’t put it together that it was her name till you said so. I would’ve known who you meant regardless,

Opie glanced over at the guy Jax had killed. “Ustin…” “Don’t say it,” Chibs said. Opie grinned. “We have a problem.” Luka stayed on the ground but let loose with a torrent of what could only be Russian profanity. “Jax, what are you doing?” Joyce asked, shaking his head and staring, slack-jawed, at the dead Russian. “We had a plan—a good plan that would have protected Trinity. Now Lagoshin’s going to kill you both!” Jax stood over Ustin, watching blood run out of him and pool in the dirt.

smell of cordite. “You all right?” Opie asked, in that familiar gravel voice. He’d turned a little pale, seemed to be favoring his left side where the bullet had grazed him, but it didn’t appear that he’d started bleeding again. Chibs went to the door but hesitated to follow the Russians inside, waiting for them. Jax still felt calm, focused, but a new confidence made him exhale. He was with his brothers. They would prevail. “Let’s go,” he said, suddenly hating the weight of the assault

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