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AVAILABLE: Tuesday, March 3rd
Dmitriy Fedulov was known as the ghost devil. He was who the head of the Gnesin Bratva sent when they wanted to annihilate. He killed all enemies, and he did so without remorse. Until her.
Anastasia Babkin defied her family and refused to marry a cruel man. As punishment, she was thrown out, forced to live on her own, far away from the Bratva. She knew the risks. It was why she stayed all alone.
When Dmitriy was sent, he didn’t kill her. Instead, he kept her safe. He felt nothing for no one, until he met Anastasia. She was unlike other women. She was different, and he couldn’t bring himself to kill her.
The orders from Gnesin didn’t sit well with Dmitriy. When he demands a meeting, and it goes silent, he knows something is wrong. When the enemy comes hunting him down, it's only a matter of time before the Bratva falls.
Anastasia doesn’t know who ordered the kill on her family. She has fallen in love with her savior. But, will they be able to survive? Is the leader of the Bratva still alive? Will he let them live? Or is it just one big betrayal?
“I have no idea what is going on, and I can only assume my safe locations have been compromised. I’m not going to put you in any danger. We’ll rest here tonight, and tomorrow, we’ll figure something out.”
“You know, if you had killed me, you probably would be able to just run away and live your life.”
“Running away is not an option.” He never ran away, not from his parents, not from anything.
“Take a shower. I’m going to go and get food, and do not answer the door to anyone.” With that, he closed the door and left the motel room.
He should have killed her. It should have been easy for him to do. Just one bullet to the back of the head, or slitting her throat, but he just couldn’t bring himself to do it. He didn’t want to hurt her. In all his years, Dmitriy had never felt this way for anyone.
Running fingers through his hair, he got into the car and drove for ten minutes until he found a drive-thru. He ordered them plenty of food, kept a smile on his face for the woman serving him, which wouldn’t allow any questions or suspicions to be raised, and when she was finished serving him, he told her to have a good day.
He made his way back to the motel, grabbed all the food, and let himself into the apartment. At the same time, Anastasia stepped out of the bathroom. Her hair was damp, and she had a towel within her grip, drying it by scrunching it up in her fist. She had a single towel wrapped around her body, but he saw a lot more of her flesh, which was on display, and he found it impossible to ignore. She was almost naked.
“The shower is free, and I didn’t use up all the hot water,” she said.
“I’ll take a quick shower.” He moved past her with speed. He didn’t want to spend any more time looking at her.
He had to get control of his erection. After what she had just seen, Anastasia didn’t need to deal with an aroused man as well. He wasn’t that much of a fucking monster.
“There’s food, enjoy it,” he said, and slammed the door. This was not Anastasia’s fault. She didn’t know how he felt. That he had been obsessed with her since she had turned eighteen. That she was nothing like any other woman he had seen or known. She was different.
Stripping out of his clothes, he turned on the shower and stepped beneath the spray. His cock was rock hard, and he couldn’t get the sight of her out of his mind. Her smooth shoulders, exposed, slightly glistening from the shower she had taken. She had been here moments before, and he was pretty sure he could smell her. He had to get some level of control. This was fucking shit.
Wrapping his fingers around his cock, he closed his eyes, and it was all Anastasia playing through his mind. Her smile. The laughter he had heard from time to time. Then of course, the way she looked moments ago, and that was all it took to send him right over the edge, and he grunted as he spilled his seed into the bathtub.
He couldn’t recall the last time he was with a woman. It had been so long ago, possibly even the night before he had seen Anastasia for the first time. That one look at the party was enough for him to never want anyone else.
There had been a few moments where he had tried with other women, but none of them appealed to him. They meant nothing.
He stopped trying and accepted there was only one woman for him, and that woman was Anastasia.
