Cruel Promise

CRUEL PROMISE A DARK REVERSE HAREM MAFIA ROMANCE BEAUTY AND 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 Cruel Promise 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 Get a free book Copyright Dedication Synopsis Author’s Note 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 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 Chapter 52 Chapter 53 Chapter 54 Chapter 55 Chapter 56 Chapter 57 Chapter 58 Chapter 59 Chapter 60 Chapter 61 Chapter 62 Chapter 63 Chapter 64 Chapter 65 Chapter 66 Chapter 67 Chapter 68 Chapter 69 Chapter 70 About the Author DEDICATION To breaking promises. * * * SYNOPSIS Sold to the highest bidder. Caught between two bratva factions. I’ll pay for the sins of my father with the only thing I have of value… My virginity. I will be auctioned. Sold. Shared. Ruined. And tossed away. It’s a sacrifice I am forced to make. My father promised me to the Alekseev brothers in a dirty, cruel trade. But when I become a kidnapped pawn in a twisted game played by competing Russian mafia factions, I might have some leverage. They will fight over me. And in doing so, destroy each other. I will turn the tables and come out on top. That’s the plan… Until I realize I’m no match for the Alekseev brothers. They’re ruthless and cruel and make me shake, battling with both fear and desire. And… excitement. My heart and body have been dragged into a war. One I’m not sure I will win. AUTHOR’S NOTE Cruel Promise contains the following mature themes: Kidnapping Murder Spanking Edging Three hot mafia dudes Page turning sexy times 18+. Please read responsibly. PROLOGUE VADIK I knew those bastards would show up. It’s not enough that my parents are dead, burned to crisps in a house fire that flamed so fast and hot they couldn’t even reach their bedroom door. It’s not enough that my Uncle Mikey—formerly Misha, before he fooled himself into believing people would think he was American with a more Anglo-sounding name—is gloating in the corner, face wet with crocodile tears, counting the money he’ll make taking over my father’s club. And his wife in a brand-new fur coat even though it’s too warm outside for a light jacket. Nor is it enough that the two shots of whiskey I threw back to help me get through the day are churning in my stomach like toxic sludge. To make matters even shittier, the Yegorov faction had to show up, as if they care that my parents are in closed coffins because they’re burned so badly they can’t be put on display. As if they’re mourning that the head of their biggest rival faction—the one led by my father—is now dead. As if they give a shit about expressing their condolences to my brothers and me. They’re having their best day of the year on what is undoubtedly the worst of mine. My parents deserve to be honored today, not surrounded by a bunch of greedy, gloating bastards. Hell, Papa was not my favorite person. He was volatile and selfish. And my poor mother put up with more of his shit than any woman should have to. And then there were the mistresses, one of whom is making her way through the receiving line toward my brothers and me, rivers of thick, black mascara running down her fake tan face. All faults aside, he was still my fucking Papa. “Told you they’d show up,” Kir says, not bothering to lower his voice. The receiving line, a hideous formality the funeral director recommended, twists out of the room, the end nowhere in sight, leaving my brothers and me to robotically shake hands with the throngs of people who’ve come to pay their respects. I have no