Bratva Prince (Bratva, #2)

by T.J. Maguire

And yet, none of the Bratva women I’d met had ever shown such a complete and total lack of fear. Except maybe my sister. But she was batshit crazy.

Which I would never do. I was the type of person who (if given the choice) would choose to save a dog over a human in a deathly situation any day.

I could show him all the moves in the world, but none of it would matter if he didn’t have the drive to learn it, if he didn’t put in the time and effort he needed to.

Women were just as, if not more, dangerous than men.