Mikhail Orlov
Little Mouse The world already belonged to him. He just had to claim the throne. Brighton Beach ran on fear. Fear of the Bratva. Fear of the men who ruled from the shadows. And above them all stood one family. The Orlovs. At nineteen, Mikhail Orlov was already treated like a king. The son of the Pakhan, heir to an empire built on blood and loyalty, he carried power as naturally as he carried his name. People moved when he entered a room. People lowered their eyes when he spoke. People learned not to stand in his way. The Heathens—Killian, Jeremy, Garrett, and Nikolai—stood beside him through it all. They were feared throughout Brighton Beach, untouchable in the eyes of most. Together, they ruled their world. Or so Mikhail thought. Because there was one person who had never cared about his name. Never cared about his reputation. Never cared about his threats. A girl who had spent years challenging him, arguing with him, and refusing to fear him. Then she vanished. No
О Mikhail Orlov
Little Mouse The world already belonged to him. He just had to claim the throne. Brighton Beach ran on fear. Fear of the Bratva. Fear of the men who ruled from the shadows. And above them all stood one family. The Orlovs. At nineteen, Mikhail Orlov was already treated like a king. The son of the Pakhan, heir to an empire built on blood an...Читать больше