Bratva Prince (Bratva, #2)

by T.J. Maguire

“I want to utterly consume you, consume your every waking thought, like you do mine.

Girlish screams came from inside the car as bullets rained down. I frowned. I never would have pegged Drea as the type to scream in the face of danger.

In the back seat, Dayton was screaming. I rolled my eyes. I should have known it was him.

My baby Dayton

“Oh, good. I’m glad you’re not hurt.” I didn’t know you cared so much, malyshka. “Because I want to be the one to hurt you,” she hissed, slapping me across the face. Oh.

Aleksandr laughed. It was a full body, boisterous laugh that instantly brought a smile to my face. I had no clue what he found so funny, but I’d say it again and again if it meant I got to hear that sound again.

“Glad to see you’re okay, Minx. I was worried about you.” The man whose name I’d yet to learn placed both hands on the sides of Drea’s face, his mouth descending on hers. Oh, fuck no. I yanked hard on the chain and Drea yelped, stumbling back to my side.

I’d get over him. Eventually. Maybe. Probably not.

Real

The look on Lukyan’s face was priceless. His mouth was wide open, his eyes literally bulging out of his head as he tracked Aleksandr out of the room, staring after him like he had no idea who he was even looking at. His gaze swung back to me. “Okay, who was that man and what the hell has he done with my brother?”