Champagne Wrath (Orlov Bratva, #2)

by Nicole Fox

We bargain with fate, even if it’s not our bargain to strike.”

The quiet moments are the ones you live for.

“Food, music, outfits, weapons training… Party-planning isn’t what it used to be.” “You know what they say in the Bratva, right?” I shake my head. “No.” She smiles. “It isn’t a party until someone starts bleeding.”