Bratva Bastard

BRATVA BASTARD A MAFIA BROTHERS ROMANCE SERIES MISTY WINTERS © Copyright 2023 - All rights reserved. The content contained within this book may not be reproduced, duplicated or transmitted without direct written permission from the author or the publisher. Under no circumstances will any blame or legal responsibility be held against the publisher, or author, for any damages, reparation, or monetary loss due to the information contained within this book, either directly or indirectly. Legal Notice: This book is copyright protected. It is only for personal use. You cannot amend, distribute, sell, use, quote or paraphrase any part, or the content within this book, without the consent of the author or publisher. Disclaimer Notice: Please note the information contained within this document is for educational and entertainment purposes only. All effort has been executed to present accurate, up to date, reliable, complete information. No warranties of any kind are declared or implied. Readers acknowledge that the author is not engaged in the rendering of legal, financial, medical or professional advice. The content within this book has been derived from various sources. Please consult a licensed professional before attempting any techniques outlined in this book. By reading this document, the reader agrees that under no circumstances is the author responsible for any losses, direct or indirect, that are incurred as a result of the use of the information contained within this document, including, but not limited to, errors, omissions, or inaccuracies. Created with Vellum CONTENTS Note from the author Prologue 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 Epilogue Also by Misty Winters Acknowledgments About the Author Family… It’s what makes it all worth while. NOTE FROM THE AUTHOR * * * Content Warning This book contains the darker side of romance. You will find this book edgy, sexy, with mafia themes, and acts of violence against women, including kidnapping and sexual assault. * * * BLURB Crissy A kind stranger calmed me down from one of the worst flights of my life. I forgot my Xanax and started to have a panic attack, 30,000 feet in the air. Little did I know that day would change my life forever. Maxim Kozlov looked and acted the part of a kind stranger. He’s a massive, powerfully strong bastard with brutal, deep blue eyes that promise all kinds of delicious things. He was like something out of a dream, so I fell fast and hard. Prior to Maxim, my life goals were simple and clear. A passionless marriage, my own yoga studio, and a secure but dull future. I was seriously happy with these goals until he opened my eyes and showed me what real passion is like. He makes me feel things no one ever has. Things I didn’t imagine possible. I didn’t know what I was missing until Maxim turned my cooling embers into a raging inferno. But Maxim is the farthest thing from a kind, sweet man. He is arrogant as hell, and trouble seems to follow him wherever he goes. He is a master of deception and destroys everything in his path. He is a complicated man with a complicated past and PROLOGUE Maxim My entire life I was made to believe I was an only child. One without a family, or a father. All I had growing up was my mother and, eventually, Uncle Gregori. Yet, here I stood, trying to convince three men that we all shared the same mother. As if that wasn’t a difficult enough task, I had to convince them our mother was missing, too. Yeah, talk about your fucking luck. “I need your help finding our mother,” I said, revealing the intention behind this family reunion. “She’s missing and I think she might be in danger.” Would the photograph I showed them be proof enough that I was telling the truth? I hoped so, because I’d hit a dead end with my investigation, and I needed help. Who better to help me find my mother than her own sons? I still hadn’t come to terms with the fact that we were brothers. To me, they were “her sons” and nothing more. But in order to get their help, I had to play nice. “Assuming you’re telling the truth,” said the man whom I recognized as the oldest brother, “When did she go missing?” “It’s been a while. A few months, maybe? I’ve asked every