Total pages in book: 113
Estimated words: 106541 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 533(@200wpm)___ 426(@250wpm)___ 355(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 106541 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 533(@200wpm)___ 426(@250wpm)___ 355(@300wpm)
I had to kill daily to keep Katie safe during her captivity, but since it was best for everyone to believe I was dead, I couldn’t let her know I was always there in the background, protecting her.
Although my tactics were inhumane, they’ve grown worse since I made her mine.
I’d kill on the second for her now.
We’ve built an unbreakable empire in Russia, but I’d be a liar if I said I wasn’t interested to discover how far we can expand it with the US ties we will commence forming the instant Katie realizes we’ve anchored.
Mafia royalty has arrived in town to welcome her home with open arms.
Katie’s unknown lineage with the Gottles is why Kirill held her head underwater. The Petrovs are ranked higher than the Bobrovs on the bratva rankings because of Henry’s title, and Kirill wasn’t happy when he was informed about that.
I don’t give a fuck. Katie is mine, and rank doesn’t enter the equation when it comes to my possessiveness.
The same can be said for Katie.
I came to tell her that we’ve arrived at Hopeton, but when she looked at me with hungry eyes, our plans altered in an instant.
I’ll never say no to her, especially when it entails my dick in some region of her body.
I also don’t give a fuck how important Henry thinks he is, he can wait.
There is only one person I answer to.
It ain’t fucking him.
It is the redhead with my cock deep inside her.
The mother of my unborn child.
And the woman I dragged through hell when I had no fucking clue she knew the way out all along.
Katie is resurrecting the Bobrov Bratva to the glory it deserves, and its upsurge in reputation has nothing to do with her mafia lineage and everything to do with the attitude she displayed over a decade ago when she saluted the middle finger to two dock workers who wolf-whistled at her.
Kirill confessed last year that he organized Katie’s kidnap while I was handling the Neanderthals who couldn’t recognize mafia royalty in the making.
Since he was no longer protected by mafia code—how could he without an ounce of our blood—I hung Kirill from the rafters of the prison the CIA was hiding him in the same night.
Katie’s long-lost uncle’s hideout was my next stop.
Slowly but surely, the paupers are learning what they should have known all along.
When royalty graces you with their presence, you don’t gawk like the possibility of more is in your realm.
You bow your fucking head like every man in my crew does when Katie approaches them.
If you don’t, enjoy your last breaths because they will be limited.
I promise you that.
The End!