The Bratva's Heir (Underworld Kings)

by Jane Henry

I’ve been my father’s main enforcer since I was fifteen years old. I know how to take a man down so he doesn’t get up again. It’s the one thing I’m good at: violence.

“Tell me I belong to you,” she moans. “You’re mine,” I growl. “I’ll never let you go.” “Tell me I’m your good girl…” “You’re my princess, my queen. I’ll slaughter anyone who lays a finger on you. Only I touch you. Only I look at you. You’re mine and mine alone.”

“Let me eavesdrop,” I whisper. “If I’m caught, the consequences for me are far less dangerous.” “No,” he hisses in a vehement whisper. “You’ve done enough. This is my battle now, Clare.” He pulls me to him, his mouth to my ear. “And before you get another thought in your head, know this. I love you, too. You are my light, shining like a beacon. You led me out of darkness.” His arms around me tighten like a belt pulled taut while I try to compose myself. “Now go, little bird. Fly.”

Constantine: You’re a stubborn brat. Me: And you love that about me. Constantine: You tell a girl you love her ONE TIME…