Bratva Devil

Bratva Devil A Dark Mafia Romance Medvedev Bratva Book 2 Sonja Grey Copyright © 2023 by Sonja Grey All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by any electronic or mechanical means, including information storage and retrieval systems, without written permission from the author, except for the use of brief quotations in a book review. Created with Vellum Contents Newsletter Sign Up Also by Sonja Grey Blurb Trigger Warning 1. Maddie 2. Volodya 3. Maddie 4. Volodya 5. Maddie 6. Volodya 7. Maddie 8. Volodya 9. Maddie 10. Volodya 11. Maddie 12. Volodya 13. Maddie 14. Volodya 15. Maddie 16. Volodya Epilogue Thank You!! Devil from Moscow Caught by the Bratva Boss Savage Savior Arrogant Bratva Bastard Grumpy Bratva Hitman Russian Boxing Club Series About the Author Newsletter Sign Up If you’d like to be a part of my mailing list and get a free novella and bonus epilogues for every book, then please sign up here! or go to: subscribepage.io/lKtqfy Sign up to get this story FREE! Also by Sonja Grey All series are interconnected and can be read in any order, but they’re more enjoyable if you read them in order. All are in KU! Russian Boxing Club My Russian Obsession My Russian Temptation My Russian Salvation Stand-Alones Grumpy Bratva Hitman Fedorov Bratva Caught by the Bratva Boss Savage Savior Arrogant Bratva Bastard Medvedev Bratva Devil from Moscow Bratva Devil Blurb He loves the chase. Turns out I love to get caught. Maddie: The world’s worst meet cute—I walk in on him slitting a throat. I run like hell, but he really loves the chase…judging by my body’s reaction, so do I. He kidnaps me, thinking I’m someone else, but when he finds out the truth, I manage to convince him to hire me as his maid instead of offing my ass. He’s dangerous, deadly, and the man never cracks a smile. He’s also gorgeous, sinfully sexy, and ridiculously protective. I shouldn’t want him. I shouldn’t love the dark, raw hunger I see in his eyes. And I definitely shouldn’t taunt and tease him. The truth is Volodya is more beast than man, and I want to see him lose control. I want to be the one to send him to his knees. Volodya: As a Bratva boss, I’m not allowed to make mistakes. But I make a big one when I kidnap the wrong damn woman. It’s not safe to let her go, so instead I take her up on her offer and hire her to work for me. Under my watchful eye, I make sure she does what she’s supposed to and upholds our agreement. But as much as I try to keep her at arm’s length, she keeps getting under my skin. All the possessive and protective instincts that I never knew I had come out with Maddie She likes to tease me and taunt me, trying to get me to claim her. But she has no idea how much I enjoy the hunt, how much I enjoy seeing her squirm. When my little kiska starts to run, I’m more than happy to give chase. Because I will be claiming her, all of her, and when I do catch her, she’s going to scream who she belongs to loud enough for the whole damn world to hear. Trigger Warning This story does contain attempted sexual assault, physical violence against the FMC (not by the MMC!) as well as a bit of graphic violence, primal play, some breath play, and a family member with cancer (but it ends well!), explicit sex scenes, including anal, and mature language. Chapter 1 Maddie “What do you mean her insurance doesn’t cover it?” I pace my mom’s small living room, hand clutched to the back of my head as a tension headache starts to bloom, threatening to explode and knock me on my ass. Biting back the scream I want to give, I take a breath and instead say, “So we’d have to pay for the chemo port out of pocket, and it’s ten thousand dollars?” When he gives me a terse, “Yes, ma’am,” I lose it. “So she has to undergo long hours of chemo at the hospital, getting it all at once through an IV line instead of being able to slowly have the dose administered throughout the day in the comfort of her own home via a port because you guys won’t pay for the treatment that’s easier and won’t make her violently ill?” “We do not pay for that upgrade, no, so unless you can pay for the catheter port out of pocket, you’ll have to stick with the IV method.” I’m so mad I can barely think. I quickly hang up on the bastard before I get my name put on a do not ever answer any calls from this number list. When I hear my mom opening the bathroom door, I pop a smile on my face and ignore the rage brewing just below the surface. Her face is pale, and there’s a light sheen of sweat on her forehead. This latest round of chemo has been especially rough on her. She takes one look at me and sees right through my façade, just like she did when I was fourteen and she caught me after I’d had my first cigarette and was trying to play it super cool when I’m sure I looked guilty as hell. “No luck, huh?” “Not yet,” I admit, “but we’ll figure it out, Mom. I’m going to ask Kaylee for a raise. I’ve been working there long enough, and god knows I deserve one for picking up after her and her brother.” My mom shuffles over to the couch and collapses onto it. The breast cancer was originally diagnosed when I was in high school, and we thought it was gone for good, but it’s back, and if chemo doesn’t work, then she’ll have no choice but to undergo surgery. I’ve