Devil from Moscow

Devil from Moscow A Dark Bratva Romance Medvedev Bratva Book 1 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. Nina 2. Vasily 3. Nina 4. Vasily 5. Nina 6. Vasily 7. Nina 8. Vasily 9. Nina 10. Vasily 11. Nina 12. Vasily 13. Nina 14. Vasily 15. Nina 16. Vasily Epilogue Thank You! 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. 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 Blurb I never expected to fall for a devil. Nina: You know the story where the hero comes in and saves the day, rescuing the heroine right in the nick of time? This isn’t that story. Instead of a knight in shining armor, he’s a sexy, tatted-up Bratva boss with a reputation for being brutal and fierce. Vasily finds me after I’ve already been brought to my lowest—broken by cruel men until I barely recognize myself. He doesn’t offer me salvation. He offers me protection and revenge. And I gladly take it. Because I don’t need a knight in shining armor. I need a villain who doesn’t mind getting his hands dirty, a man who will make those bastards pay for what they did to me. I never expected to fall for the devil with blood on his hands. I never expected to crave the comfort of his powerful body. But our arrangement quickly turns into something more as he teaches me what real pleasure feels like, and soon I’m addicted. Vasily: When I first saw her, she was broken, alone, scared. I couldn’t leave her, so I did the only thing I could do. I claimed her as my own and gave her the protection of my name. She knows who I am, knows my reputation and the bloody stories they tell about me. But she’s not the one who needs to fear me. It’s all the men that hurt her who need to be scared. Because I’m coming for them. One by one I’m going to take down every single person who dared to hurt what’s mine. Because Nina is mine. She was mine the second she wrapped her arms around me and begged me for help, and I’m never letting her go. Trigger Warning This story does contain on-page sexual assault and some graphic violence, because Vasily really doesn’t care for rapists. There are also explicit, consensual sex scenes with mature language. Chapter 1 Nina “I don’t understand,” I say, but the words are too quiet and go unheard as my dad storms away. Running to catch up, I fall in step beside him, wishing like hell he didn’t intimidate me as much as he does. Even in his early fifties, he’s still a formidable presence that has the people in front of us stepping aside as we walk away from the campus that I have no desire to leave. When he still ignores me, I ask, “Why do I have to leave? What’s going on?” Annoyed, he turns to look down at me. His dark eyes, so brown they’re almost black, the same exact ones that I see in the mirror every damn day, are devoid of all feeling as they lock on mine. “I pulled you from school because you need to take a small break.” He says it very slowly like I’m a small child and he’s at the end of his rope. “But I don’t want to take a break.” He quirks a brow at me, ignoring the fact that I’m twenty-two years old and perfectly capable of making my own decisions in life. Leaning closer, he says, “Get in the fucking car, Nina. Your mom is waiting.” Knowing it’s useless to argue, I clutch my backpack and get in the waiting limo where my mom is sitting picture-perfect in her black, pencil skirt and peach blouse, not a dyed blonde hair out of place. I know better than to look to her for comfort, but it doesn’t stop me from trying to get information. “Mom, what’s going on?” She finishes reapplying her lipstick before closing her gold compact and meeting my eyes. “Stop being so dramatic, Nina. It’s just a small leave of absence from the university. You can go back once everything is settled.” “Once what is settled?” I ask, watching my dad get in and motion for the driver to leave. My mom sighs and shrugs her slender shoulders. “Your father needs your help.” “With what?” I look at my mom and dad, seeing them as they really are instead of the happy façade they show everyone else. My mom’s sitting as far away from him as the limo allows, and when she looks over at him, I can see the look of absolute disdain she gives him and the way her mouth hardens into a tight line whenever he speaks. “He’s racked up a bit of a gambling debt, and they’re not letting him sweet talk his way out of it this time.” My father groans and cuts my mom a deadly look before turning his focus back