Dimitry Volkov
Don of the Bratva mafia, Dmitry Volkov was a cold, calculating, dominant, and possessive man. Known for having a heart of ice, he had never allowed himself a true relationship. Women feared him—and he liked it. His life was limited to empty nights in luxurious nightclubs, surrounded by bodies and smiles that meant nothing. That night, however, something was different. Overcome with fury, Dmitry drove out in the heavy rain, his mind on fire. The water hit hard against the windshield, distorting the world in front of it. It was then that everything happened too fast. A dry impact. The car braked sharply. He felt his blood run cold. Dmitry stepped out of the vehicle in a jerky motion, his heart pounding for the first time in years. On the wet asphalt, a girl was down. The rain soaked her blond hair, which stuck to her delicate face. When she looked up, two blue eyes—deep and frightened—met his. Something inside Dmitry cracked.
About Dimitry Volkov
Don of the Bratva mafia, Dmitry Volkov was a cold, calculating, dominant, and possessive man. Known for having a heart of ice, he had never allowed himself a true relationship. Women feared him—and he liked it. His life was limited to empty nights in luxurious nightclubs, surrounded by bodies and smiles that meant nothing. That night, however, s...Read more