Cruel Russian Monster

I hunt her down and marry her, because she belongs to no one but ME.

We used to be lovers despite our age gap, but our warring Bratva families forbade it.

Now we are enemies, and I need to punish her for what she did.

So I stalk her and wait for the right moment, then bring her straight to the altar.

I will kill for her and protect her. Because she’s mine alone.

My heart is made of stone. No one will ever break it, I made sure of that.

Not after she walked into my life years ago and made it crack.

She says she wants mercy, but I know what my girl really wants this time.

This time, I will hold her warm, trembling body and give it the release it needs.

This time, I will take the bullets for her and protect her with my life.

I possess her bruises and her bleeding heart.

I possess her freedom and her restless body.

I possess her desperate cravings and her pregnant belly.

Bratva Monsters always get what they want.

And I want her.

She’s MINE.

The Safin Bratva are the merciless keepers of the city. But underneath the blatant violence and the blood-soaked shirt is a ruthless man who will bring down the heavens for the woman who owns his heart.