In love, as in war, there can be only one victor.
I wasn’t born a monster—they made me one.
I wasn’t born a king—I claimed the right to be one.
I was born a soldier—a fighter, a warrior.
Waging war is in my very soul, bone deep and blood-soaked.
There’s a new conflict on the horizon, time for me to defend my Bratva crown.
Time for me to reap cruel vengeance on those who wronged me.
Caught up in this is an innocent, a woman who was in the wrong place at the wrong time.
They say every king needs a queen, and I’m about to claim mine; whether she likes it or not.
This is the prequel novella to the Bratva Blood duet – please be aware this is a dark romantic suspense and therefore trigger warnings do apply.