He’s my ex’s brother.
The one who runs the Bratva.
I ran from Dmitri Kotov’s hands around my throat.
I didn’t know his older brother owned the building I ran to.
He hired me because I used to belong to his brother.
He’s not giving me back.
He sends a dress in my exact size.
He breaks into my apartment while I sleep.
Goes to his knees and worries every curve his brother called fat.
I call him a monster.
He says, "But you’re going to love me anyway."
Viktor Kotov doesn’t share. Not his empire. Not his throne. And expansively not her.
A full-length standalone Bratva romance. Ex’s older brother. Silver fox hero. Obsessive possessive alpha. No heating. No cliffhanger. HEA earned in blood.
