Wrecked Bratva Daddy (Ruthless Bratva Daddies #14)

The laughter burns off into something hungrier...

He kisses me hard, and this time there’s nothing careful in it...

Three years of a man keeping his hands in his pockets, undone in one night.

I put my dead mother’s car through a stranger’s gate at sixty, in a blizzard.

The door swings inward. The first thing I understand about the man there is the gun, pointed at my face, steady.

His eyes do the coldest math I’ve ever watched a man do.

He’s an ex-Bratva fixer who made himself disappear. I’m a nurse who’s been running two years and eleven towns.

The storm seals every road for a week, and there’s nowhere left to keep being careful.

But wait.

Dragan Kos has hunted him three years for the brother he got killed. Now there’s a woman on that ridge worth using.

Two pink lines change the arithmetic before either of us is ready.

The way he goes gentle only for me...

The way he says my name like he’s already burying it...

I’ve spent my whole life running. I’m done running from the one man worth staying for.

Too bad the safest place on earth is standing right in Kos’s crosshairs.