Cold Hearted Bastard (The Underworld Kings #1; Underworld Kings)

by Jenika Snow

My mother had been called a whore. My father had been a boyevik—a soldier—for the Bratva. I was an orphan at the age of eleven. A criminal at the age of twelve. I was a murderer when I turned sixteen. And here I was, fifteen years later, a coldhearted bastard.

I hadn’t admitted it before, hadn’t let it really grow inside me until this very moment, but as I stared into Lina’s horrified eyes, I knew without a doubt I’d burn Desolation—the entire fucking world—if it meant having her as mine. Because I’d never let her go, and the look in her eyes told me she realized it too.

A. Fucking. Look. That’s all it took to go down this rabbit hole where, for the first time in my miserable life, I questioned my very sanity. For the first time in my life, I want something just for me.

“It means ‘my light.’ That’s what you are to me, Galina. You’re my light in all the darkness that surrounds me.”