Bred by the BRATVA Fixer: Las Vegas BRATVA

She saw something she shouldn’t have. Now she belongs to him.

Callie

I wasn’t supposed to be there. One wrong turn through the casino corridors, one open door, and suddenly I’m watching a murder happen right in front of me. Now I’m in his penthouse, trying not to die before sunrise.

Dariy Korolyov. The Las Vegas Bratva’s fixer. The man they send when someone needs to vanish. He doesn’t kill me. He cages me. Keeps me in his penthouse “for my own safety,” he says. But when he looks at me, I don’t see mercy. I see possession. Calculation. Hunger.

He says he’ll protect me from everyone else. But I’m starting to think the most dangerous man in this city is the one who refuses to let me go.

Because when the Bratva’s fixer decides you’re his, there’s no escape. Only surrender.

TRIGGER WARNING

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