Krasnov Brothers book 1
They were ruthless killers. Unrepentant kings of the Zolotov Bratva.
Men who ruled by the blade and the bullet, not by kindness.
They might dress in suits. But they were the sharks of the streets.
Coming April 6th
And I don’t have a single intention of protecting her.
This mouthy tomboy is the only daughter of the O’Sullivan mafia, and they’ve been screwing us over for months. All of that changes today. I don’t like surprises but I do enjoy a challenge and, by the time I’m done with the Irish brat, the uneasy truce between our Bratva and their family will be no more than bloodstains on the streets of Boston.
I’m going to abduct her. I’m going to toy with her. I’ll control her and teach her family a lesson they’ll never forget. I can’t wait.
The Russian Thug is book 1 in the Krasnov Brothers series. No cliffhangers. No cheating. Includes sizzling hot scenes. Can be read as a standalone!
Teeth gritted, lips pulled back, I bit out, “Why the hell didn’t you try to escape when you had the remotest chance? You’re clever enough. You could’ve figured something out, especially with the club in chaos.”
That time I waited for her answer, running the pads of my fingers all over her ripened ass.
Her head turned my way, and she let out a stuttering breath. “Because I didn’t have any place I wanted to go, and I’m not sure it isn’t better with you than where I’ve come from.”
That little tidbit of truth caught me completely off guard.
Swearing viciously, I hauled back for one last strike.
My hand landed right on the soaked lips of her cunt.
Jo bit her lips, her eyes shutting.
My nostrils flared. She looked to be on the verge of coming.