Dangerous Bratva Daddy: An Age Gap Surprise Pregnancy Dark Romance (Ruthless Bratva Daddies)
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Dangerous Bratva Daddy: An Age Gap Surprise Pregnancy Dark Romance (Ruthless Bratva Daddies)
Sale price
$28.99
Regular price $34.99
He’s forty-three. Lethal. The most dangerous man in the Volkov Bratva.
And he just became the only thing standing between me and a bullet.
I was supposed to be dead.
Six months chasing a United States senator’s trafficking ring. A murdered source. Men with guns at my door.
So I ran. New name. New town. No past.
Then Viktor Volkov walked into my bar.
Six-foot-four of silent, silver-templed menace. Scarred hands. Ice-blue eyes that have watched men die and never blinked. A voice like gravel soaked in vodka.
“Dance with me, Reva.”
“You could kill me.”
“I could. I won’t.”
One reckless, whiskey-soaked, pin-me-against-the-wall night…
That’s all it was supposed to be.
Until assassins found my door.
Until Viktor showed up with blood on his knuckles and ice in his eyes…
And carried me out of my old life and into his.
His ranch. His bed. His rules.
The head of security for the Volkov Bratva doesn’t ask permission.
He claims.
Now the senator wants me silenced…
The enemies circling Viktor want me as leverage…
And the Bratva daddy who was never supposed to touch me?
He’s already decided I’m his.
Because Viktor Volkov doesn’t just protect what belongs to him.
He buries anyone who dares to reach for it.
Reader’s Note: A full-length standalone age-gap Bratva protector romance. Tropes: woman in hiding, fake identity, scorching forced proximity on a secluded ranch, morally grey alpha. Scorching heat. Heart-pounding danger. No cheating. No cliffhangers. Guaranteed HEA.
And he just became the only thing standing between me and a bullet.
I was supposed to be dead.
Six months chasing a United States senator’s trafficking ring. A murdered source. Men with guns at my door.
So I ran. New name. New town. No past.
Then Viktor Volkov walked into my bar.
Six-foot-four of silent, silver-templed menace. Scarred hands. Ice-blue eyes that have watched men die and never blinked. A voice like gravel soaked in vodka.
“Dance with me, Reva.”
“You could kill me.”
“I could. I won’t.”
One reckless, whiskey-soaked, pin-me-against-the-wall night…
That’s all it was supposed to be.
Until assassins found my door.
Until Viktor showed up with blood on his knuckles and ice in his eyes…
And carried me out of my old life and into his.
His ranch. His bed. His rules.
The head of security for the Volkov Bratva doesn’t ask permission.
He claims.
Now the senator wants me silenced…
The enemies circling Viktor want me as leverage…
And the Bratva daddy who was never supposed to touch me?
He’s already decided I’m his.
Because Viktor Volkov doesn’t just protect what belongs to him.
He buries anyone who dares to reach for it.
Reader’s Note: A full-length standalone age-gap Bratva protector romance. Tropes: woman in hiding, fake identity, scorching forced proximity on a secluded ranch, morally grey alpha. Scorching heat. Heart-pounding danger. No cheating. No cliffhangers. Guaranteed HEA.