Bratva Bride (Bratva, #1)

by T.J. Maguire

Just as I reached the door, I heard his deep, seductive voice call out to me in Russian. "Uvidimsya, kotenok," See you soon, kitten.

He leant over and whispered into my ear, his deep, seductive voice sending shivers down my spine. "Ora, sei mio." Now, you're mine.

“Since I was ten years old, I’ve had a little microchip embedded just beneath the surface of my skin. One that, once activated, broadcasts my location to my father.” Nero’s eyes widened in shock just as a huge explosion rocked the building, making the ground shake beneath our feet. I smiled. “And here he is now.”

He looked…terrifying, like the devil in a Brioni suit.