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The Mikhailov Bratva is at war. The Bratva’s elite was killed. The stench of death shrouds us. The Bratva is vulnerable. I’m second to the Pakhan. The Irish Mob wants to destroy the Bratva. To conquer. I’ll be damned if I’ll allow it. Not on my watch. I’ll paint the city red. My hands are stained with blood. The Irish Princess asks for help. I take her. I’ll break her. I’ll make her mine.

International spy Samantha Piper is racing against the clock to save a device from falling into the wrong hands. But around every corner is a man trying to seduce her. Dashing from point to point about Italy, does she complete her mission or does she fall short?

The Bratva is blood and guns. It’s a fast and ruthless life. The last year has been hell. Changes galore. I’m now an elite on the council. The war rages. All of our associates betrayed the Bratva. I don’t trust the attorneys. We need another firm to work for us. The new firm takes our retainer. The attorney is young. She’s beautiful But She’s green and biased. She needs to chill. She works for me. I’ll teach her who’s Boss. I’ll bend her to my will.

Years of darkness. Betrayal. Death. War rages. Revenge fuels me. I claw up the ranks. Hell will reign. Blood will flood the streets. I will claim my legacy. I will rule.

Sefan Smirnoff. The Bratva Hell. Blood. War. I’m lethal. I’m precise. The dark web is my dominion. I surf the dark web. I locate the jewel. The Russian Red Ruby. Yeah, the one and only. The Red Mafiya Printsessa. Yeah, from the motherland. I need to grab her. I need to protect her. I will keep her.

My world imploded. I lost everything. Only constant. The impudent she-devil. I’m totally obsessed. She’s under my skin. She’s gorgeous. Absurd. Vain. Spoiled. Sassy. High maintenance. But Duty calls. I must step up. Save my birthright. Rule the Irish Mob.

Life is dark. I embrace the darkness. Bratva is my life. The Bratva Printsessa is BOSSY! Gorgeous. But Untouchable. The enemy takes her. The bastard is dead. Nobody messes with what’s mine.