Volkov Bratva

“I do.” Words I never thought would escape my lips. Now they bound me to the charismatic head of the Volkov Bratva, Nikolai Volkov. His mesmerizing blue eyes, charming smile, and silky smooth voice would be my downfall, and yet, also my salvation. The two simple words would also be a personal vow to destroy my stepmother and enemies. If I’m forced to be bound to the mafia life forever then I’ll show them all. I’ll show them how far this ‘angel’ has fallen. I’m not a pawn like they all think.

Something out there has its eyes on me, I can feel it from the shadows with every step. Stepan Volkov seems like prince charming with his enchanting blue eyes and captivating smile—he is anything but. The depths he goes for me makes him my own twisted king though. He provides me with the safety and protection I have sought all my life, from myself and the demons of my past. My heart will take a hit, but so will my enemies. Stepan may be the man behind the rifle. But I call the shots. And I’ve got my targets lined up.

"Boom!" The best sound to ever exist, besides the irritations of Lev Volkov when I best him at every turn. Silly wolf, he's not the hunter in this forest—I am. Lev's beady blue orbs lock onto me, taking me for some bounty to be claimed. Too bad I've rigged the field around my life.