The Link of Blood and Betrayal
The smell of gunpowder and jasmine mingled in the icy night air. Anya Petrova, barely twenty-two years old, was on her knees before Dmitri Volkov, the Pakhan of Bratva. His eyes, once full of life, now reflected an icy fear. His father, a man who believed himself untouchable in the underworld of the Russian mafia, had committed the unforgivable sin of betraying Volkov, and the debt, according to the law of Bratva, was paid in blood or with total surrender. "Your father has sealed your fate, malyshka," Dmitri's voice was a guttural whisper that made his skin crawl. "You will pay off their debt. And it will not be with your blood, but with your life." Anya knew what that meant. It would be Volkov's property, a pawn in his power play, a trophy wife, or, worse, a bargaining chip. But in his eyes, though terrified, there was a spark of defiance. It would not be easy to break it.
About The Link of Blood and Betrayal
The smell of gunpowder and jasmine mingled in the icy night air. Anya Petrova, barely twenty-two years old, was on her knees before Dmitri Volkov, the Pakhan of Bratva. His eyes, once full of life, now reflected an icy fear. His father, a man who believed himself untouchable in the underworld of the Russian mafia, had committed the unforgivable ...Read more