Nikolai: A Mafia Prince Romance (Russian Mob Chronicles Book 1)

Have you ever wanted something so bad, you’re willing to kill for it? That’s what I felt the instant my eyes locked on Justine. I could practically taste her innocence on my tongue when she stood across from me, riling me up like the life in her eyes hadn’t been snuffed out years ago. The thrill of the chase ran through my blood so fast, for the first time in years, I felt like I had a heart sitting in my chest. Its beat was weak and cold, but it was still thumping nonetheless.

It had literally only been a few hours since I had a woman’s warmth wrapped around my cock, but my hunger for Justine was uninhibited. Her scent was so intoxicating, my arrogance fed off it. I craved it like a drug, willing to give up everything to have it embedded in my skin—even my freedom.

A quick slip of hands was all it took, and my application for house arrest was switched with Justine’s. With dollar signs flashing in his eyes, protecting Justine’s privacy wasn’t on the mind of a corrupt officer when he accepted the terms of our agreement. His buy-off was the cheapest I’ve negotiated, but it will cost him more than he ever perceived. He is a loose end. One I don’t need as I endeavor to fix all the mistakes I’ve made.

I thought one taste of Justine would be enough.

I had no fucking clue.

She is the worst drug on the market, more potent than the most addictive substances I’ve sold. Every taste I have of her has me craving another. At a time where I should be most vigilant, I can’t think, sleep, or eat as I’m too busy plotting a way to get another sample of her. I don’t wine or dine—fuck, I don’t even date—but I’d button up a suit and break out a razor if it guarantees Justine’s lips on mine. I’ll do anything just to get another taste of her.

I’ll even slit the throat of the man who raised me.

They say revenge is a dish best served cold, but Vladimir won’t be that lucky. I was maimed, beaten and tortured as he groomed me to be a natural born killer, and he is going to discover the hard way how precise his tactics were.

Disrespecting my family is as punishable as disrespecting me. Justine is now my family, and I’ll spill the blood of a thousand men before I let anyone take her away from me.

This devil needs his rest, and Justine is the angel who can give it to me.

The end. . . or is it?