Brutal Ruin

BRUTAL RUIN A DARK REVERSE HAREM MAFIA ROMANCE BEAUTY & THE BRATVA MIKA LANE HEADLANDS PUBLISHING GET A FREE BOOK My Dirty Roommates When my three sexy roommates agree to help me as long as I do whatever they ask…I can’t say no. The last thing I expect when I take a job in a new town is to end up living with three smoking hot roommates. Who also happen to be personal trainers. They are so out of my league, and I am so out of my element. But I can’t afford to live alone in San Francisco, so have resigned myself to sharing. Apparently, these guys like to share too… Overhearing them say I’m cute gives me a nice ego boost. But I want to get in shape, and they’ll only help me under one condition… I have to do whatever they tell me to, whenever they tell me to do it. Instead of scaring me, the thought of being at their beck and call sounds hot. And once they start with their naughty demands, I want them to never stop. They work me hard in the gym and everywhere else. This whole roommate situation just put a new spin on ‘sharing.’ COPYRIGHT Copyright© 2023 by Mika Lane Headlands Publishing 4200 Park Blvd. #244 Oakland, CA 94602 Cover by Cormar Covers Brutal Ruin is a work of fiction. Names, characters, (most) places, and incidents are either the product of the author’s creativity or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental. All rights reserved. This book or any portion thereof may not be reproduced or used in any manner whatsoever without the express written permission of the publisher except for the use of quotations in a book review. Like deals and other cool stuff? Sign up for my newsletter! CONTENTS Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10 Chapter 11 Chapter 12 Chapter 13 Chapter 14 Chapter 15 Chapter 16 Chapter 17 Chapter 18 Chapter 19 Chapter 20 Chapter 21 Chapter 22 Chapter 23 Chapter 24 Chapter 25 Chapter 26 Chapter 27 Chapter 28 Chapter 29 Chapter 30 Chapter 31 Chapter 32 Chapter 33 Chapter 34 Chapter 35 Chapter 36 Chapter 37 Chapter 38 Chapter 39 Chapter 40 Chapter 41 Chapter 42 Chapter 43 Chapter 44 Chapter 45 Chapter 46 Chapter 47 Chapter 48 Chapter 49 Chapter 50 Chapter 51 About the Author DEDICATION To ruinous women. * * * SYNOPSIS I have whacked the hornet’s nest. I thought I could outsmart two rival bratva factions. What a fool I was. And now I have to pay the price. A very high price. I’m bound for auction, dragged deep into a world of immoral, twisted, obsessed men. Again. And this time there’s no escaping. No outsmarting the dangerous, evil men who plan to make money off me, even if it destroys me. I’m surrounded by killers and psychopaths. And just when I think I have one, tiny, desperate hope… My dream spins out of control and is snatched away by something worse than I ever imagined. It’s brutal, and in spite of those who might be trying to help me, May be my ruin. The three Alekseev brothers may smile to my face, but they do other things when my eyes are closed. AUTHOR’S NOTE Brutal Ruin contains the following mature themes: Kidnapping Murder Spanking Edging Three hot mafia dudes Page turning sexy times 18+. Please read responsibly. CHAPTER ONE Charleigh “Stop. Here. Now.” I throw a crisp hundred at the cab driver. Without a word of thanks for his kindness, aside from my generous tip, I bolt from his car. This is not the time for courtesies. Or manners. Thank-you’s and polite smiles will have to wait for another day. My head down, like that will keep anyone from staring at me and my strange appearance, I run into the Target store clear across town from where I began my journey, where the cabbie picked me up without question, gave me a ratty hoodie and baseball cap to use as a disguise, and broke every speed limit on the way. God bless him. The drive was hellishly long for one that was only fifteen-minutes, no doubt the longest quarter hour I’ve ever lived. I suppose that’s to be expected when you’re running for your life. I pull my cap low and tighten the drawstring on the hoodie. I’m covered from the waist up, which is a plus, but the bottom half of my body remains on full display. As I dash for the store, my slinky evening gown whipping around my legs, I stumble while I try to run in a pair of sky-high stilettos. I force myself to slow before I trip and fall, or worse, break an ankle. I don’t need any more problems than I already have at the moment. I know I look like a total freak, but a few minutes and a couple dollars spent at Target will fix all that. Target’s good that way. A pair of jeans, a sweatshirt, sneakers, and a face scrubbed clean of all the makeup I’m wearing, and no one will know I was up for auction just an hour ago—an auction to sell my virginity. That’s right. Some sick fuck was going to pay a shit ton of money to pop my cherry. In fact, multiple men were going to fight over me with their checkbooks, bidding my price higher and higher, the winner determined by whomever had the deepest pockets. Disgusting bastards. But more than anything, right now, I need to keep a low profile. I’m hoping there won’t be many people shopping since it’s already ten p.m. With my eyes on the floor in front of me, I bolt straight for women’s clothing. I don’t want to catch anyone’s eye. Or anyone’s attention. I know Target. This is my store. I’m momentarily