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A Romanov Bratva Series

LEV

I’m not here to buy anything—or anyone. The underground auction is just a front, a perfect opportunity to observe a rival I’m planning to eliminate. I’m focused, calculated, in control.

Until she steps on stage.

She’s nothing like the others—her confidence has a sharp edge, her smile is an open challenge. She doesn’t beg or cower. She holds her head high, and in that moment, she becomes the one thing I never expected: a distraction.

Before I know it, I’m bidding. Not to save her, not out of mercy, but because I can’t stand the thought of another man claiming her. I win.

Now, she’s in my home—a place no one outside my inner circle has ever been. She should be afraid. But she’s not. And that’s when I realized she’s more than just a pawn in this deadly game. She’s a weapon—one that could tip the scales of this turf war in my favor.

But here’s the problem: the same piece I could hand over to secure victory is the one I can’t bring myself to let go of.

And in this world, attachments like that? They’ll get you killed.

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Dimitri

I should have killed her the moment she saw me pull the trigger. A single bullet would have solved the problem. Clean. Precise.

But Zoya Morozova is anything but clean and precise. She’s defiance wrapped in silk, rebellion behind fierce green eyes. I locked her away, thinking I could break her. Instead, she’s unraveling me.

Every glare, every challenge, every reckless attempt to escape only feeds the hunger inside me. She doesn’t understand—she belongs to me now.

And when my enemies try to take her, when they dare to touch what’s mine… I’ll burn their world to the ground.

She thinks she can fight me. But there are only two ways this ends: on her knees—or in my bed.

Either way, I win.

Zoya

I came to the Romanov casino for a night of fun with my friends. I never expected to witness a man’s execution. I never expected to be dragged into the lion’s den.

And I definitely never expected Dimitri Volkov.

Cold. Calculating. Deadly. He should terrify me. He does terrify me.

But fear isn’t enough to stop the fire that burns between us. He says I belong to him, that I have no choice but to obey. But I refuse to break, even as he tightens his grip.

He’s a monster dressed in a suit, a devil who craves control.

And the most dangerous part?

A part of me wants to let him have it.