Konstantin (Marinov Bratva #1)

by Lilian Harris

I protect what’s mine. With blood, with fire, with fucking war.

Only weak men deny what’s in front of them.

That’s the unfortunate thing about attraction. It’s primal. Uncontrollable. It doesn’t ask for permission. And no matter how hard you fight it, once it takes hold, it drags you under.

I’m not in control anymore. And it’s the most alive I’ve ever felt.