Bratva Prince (Bratva, #2)

by T.J. Maguire

He was the entire goddamn package, and then he had to go and ruin it all by kidnapping me.

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.

Well, fuck. I couldn’t really argue with any of that, could I?

Lukyan wasn’t a big fan of Mila, and he had no problem letting her know about it. Lukyan didn’t have a problem letting anyone know anything. The

“Stop joking around. I’m serious, Lukyan. You say anything and I’ll tell Father who really crashed his Bugatti last year.” Lukyan gasped, eyes widening. “You wouldn’t,” he breathed shakily. My brows slammed down in determination. “Try me.”

I mean, he was right. But I wasn’t about to tell him that.

Whoa, loved? I thought about it for a moment and then internally shrugged. Sounded about right.