A dark age-gap Bratva romance about the surgeon who pulled a killer out of a burning car, and the eight years he spent watching her.He does the Bratva's killing.She's training to save lives.L?aMy best friend married into the Bratva. I swore I never would.Then a car bomb went off outside my hospital, and I ran toward it.The man I pulled out of the fire was Dmitri Kolov. Viktor Volkov's shadow. A killer, everyone says.His holster wasn't empty. I hid his gun in my freezer and lied to the police.Now someone is photographing me. Someone has been inside my apartment. And the only safe place left in Paris is the Volkov house on Avenue Foch.He changes nothing about himself for anyone. Except, it turns out, for me.DmitriEight years ago, I caught a girl falling from a balustrade at Versailles. She never saw my face.I have known where she was ever since.Now she sleeps under the same roof as me, changes my bandages, and gives me orders I obey.Someone blew up my car and killed my man. I will find who built it. I will find who paid for it.The man who paid for it has sent me a card. He is coming back for what is his. He means her.Some vows are written in ink.Hers was written in his blood.Dual POV - explicit, open-door spice - a 16-year age gap - HEA for Dmitri and L?a, with one last debt left open for The Pakhan's Vow, where The Volkov Trilogy concludes. Best read after The Wolf's Vow.Content warnings: 18+. Explicit sex between consenting adults, a morally gray hero who kills on the page and once watched the heroine without her knowing, graphic violence, a car bombing, gunshot wounds, the kidnapping of the heroine, the death of a child in a hospital, grief for a little brother, memories of war.
