Midnight Poison (Zarkov Bratva, #2)

by Penny Dee

If you love your baby, you’ll let us go. Your world is not our world. I’m sorry. Panic turns to relief. Relief turns to anger. She’s left me. She’s taken my baby and run.

Feliks grins. “I will always have my pakhan’s back. But I can also be a good friend to you too. I don’t like taking sides.” He sighs. “It’s so boring.”

What’s that supposed to mean 🤨