Sapphire Scars

SAPPHIRE SCARS UVAROV BRATVA BOOK 1 NICOLE FOX Copyright © 2023 by Nicole Fox 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 Mailing List Also by Nicole Fox Sapphire Scars 1. June 2. June 3. June 4. June 5. June 6. Kolya 7. June 8. June 9. Kolya 10. June 11. Kolya 12. Kolya 13. June 14. Kolya 15. June 16. June 17. Kolya 18. June 19. Kolya 20. Kolya 21. June 22. Kolya 23. June 24. Kolya 25. June 26. Kolya 27. June 28. June 29. Kolya 30. June 31. June 32. June 33. Kolya 34. June 35. June 36. Kolya 37. June 38. June 39. June 40. June 41. Kolya 42. June 43. June 44. June 45. Kolya 46. June 47. Kolya 48. June 49. Kolya 50. June 51. Kolya 52. June MAILING LIST Sign up to my mailing list! New subscribers receive a FREE steamy bad boy romance novel. Click the link below to join. https://sendfox.com/nicolefox ALSO BY NICOLE FOX Vlasov Bratva Arrogant Monster Arrogant Mistake Zhukova Bratva Tarnished Tyrant Tarnished Queen Stepanov Bratva Satin Sinner Satin Princess Makarova Bratva Shattered Altar Shattered Cradle Solovev Bratva Ravaged Crown Ravaged Throne Vorobev Bratva Velvet Devil Velvet Angel Romanoff Bratva Immaculate Deception Immaculate Corruption Kovalyov Bratva Gilded Cage Gilded Tears Jaded Soul Jaded Devil Ripped Veil Ripped Lace Mazzeo Mafia Duet Liar’s Lullaby (Book 1) Sinner’s Lullaby (Book 2) Bratva Crime Syndicate *Can be read in any order! Lies He Told Me Scars He Gave Me Sins He Taught Me Belluci Mafia Trilogy Corrupted Angel (Book 1) Corrupted Queen (Book 2) Corrupted Empire (Book 3) De Maggio Mafia Duet Devil in a Suit (Book 1) Devil at the Altar (Book 2) Kornilov Bratva Duet Married to the Don (Book 1) Til Death Do Us Part (Book 2) Heirs to the Bratva Empire *Can be read in any order! Kostya Maksim Andrei Princes of Ravenlake Academy (Bully Romance) *Can be read as standalones! Cruel Prep Cruel Academy Cruel Elite Tsezar Bratva Nightfall (Book 1) Daybreak (Book 2) Russian Crime Brotherhood *Can be read in any order! Owned by the Mob Boss Unprotected with the Mob Boss Knocked Up by the Mob Boss Sold to the Mob Boss Stolen by the Mob Boss Trapped with the Mob Boss Volkov Bratva Broken Vows (Book 1) Broken Hope (Book 2) Broken Sins (standalone) Other Standalones Vin: A Mafia Romance Box Sets Bratva Mob Bosses (Russian Crime Brotherhood Books 1-6) Tsezar Bratva (Tsezar Bratva Duet Books 1-2) Heirs to the Bratva Empire The Mafia Dons Collection The Don’s Corruption SAPPHIRE SCARS He’s my ex’s brother. A terrifying mob boss with a past too dark to share. And when he finds out I’m pregnant, he becomes something else, too: The husband I never asked for. Kolya Uvarov crashed into my life at a funeral and saved me from a mega-creep. Classic meet-cute, right? Not exactly—because it was his brother we were burying. A.k.a., my ex-boyfriend. A.k.a., the man who hit me, stormed out the door, then died in a car crash before I could ever tell him about our baby. But Kolya knows the secrets I’m hiding. Kolya has a plan for how to handle them. And Kolya just leaned down, smelling like vanilla and sin, and whispered seven little words in my ear. From now on, you belong to me. SAPPHIRE SCARS is the first book in the Uvarov Bratva duet. Kolya and June’s story continues in Book 2, SAPPHIRE TEARS. 1 JUNE I know something is wrong as soon as I open the door. “Adrian?” The house is dark, which usually means he’s not home yet. I’ve lost count of how many times he’s stumbled into bed in the middle of the night, seeking me out like a security blanket. But I can smell him in here tonight. And the fact that I can smell that sickeningly familiar tang has my good mood crumbling to dust. He promised me this time would be different. Then again, he promised me the same thing last time, too. We all know how that turned out. “Adrian?” It doesn’t take long. I find him passed out, face first on the sofa. His drool pools at the edge of his mouth, staining the couch an ugly burgundy like old blood. I bought this couch with my first paycheck as a professional dancer. Back when both knees worked right, not just one of them. There are no bottles to be seen, but I suppose the stench coming off him is proof enough that he’s fallen off the wagon. Again. How long was this stint of sobriety? Three weeks plus a day, if I’m doing my math right. Shorter even than the last time. At least he was able to collect a one-month chip during the last go-around. I still have that stupid chip. And the one before that, and the one before that. I don’t know why I keep them. At first, it was a gesture of my belief in him. Look at me, the supportive girlfriend. I’m not gonna cut and run when my boyfriend needs me the most. No-siree, I’m a keeper. But at some point over the last two years, it became less about being supportive and more about keeping tabs on his failures. His failure to follow through, his failure to keep his promises, his failure to be the man I had fallen in love with from the moment I heard him strike the first chord on his piano. Just like that, my disappointment twists and bends and transforms into anger. I put both my hands on him and rattle him awake. He almost chokes on his own drool. His eyes are bloodshot and dazed when he blinks them open. “J-June?” “You’re drunk.” “W-what?” I