The Better Brother
“My brother lost you. Be my Queen at his wedding… and let him watch while I ruin you for anyone else.”
My ex dumped me for a stick-thin socialite.
So I made a promise: The next man who touched me would earn the privilege.
Then HE happened.
A stranger with cold eyes.
Filthy mouth. And lethal hands.
He dragged me into the bathroom of my Prague flight.
Fisted my hair.
Bit my throat.
Burned filthy Russian promises straight into my soul.
Then I learned his name.
Matvei Volkov.
Bratva kingpin.
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