Hell's Angel (18+)

Hell's Angel (18+)

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"She was the lightening and he was the fire that followed. Her anger was clear and precise, his would burn everything to the ground in one foul swoop." ... Mikhail Ivonav is the heir to the Russian Bratva. His father was killed in a suspicious manner, leaving room for a waiting suitor to step in and take his mothers hand in marriage. By the time he was 15, he was the most successful assassin in his family, killing anyone and everyone he's been told to. Now, he has two feelings: Wrath and Despair, the rest he numbs with alcohol and pills. Julie Makovich is the middle sibling of her cabal. Her father was an addict with nothing to do with her. Her mother is the head of the Assassins Guild, an organization made for the soul purpose of breeding women to be killers. When his stepfather meets her mother, they're all too eager to marry the meddlesome middle daughter to the heir of the Bratva. As they navigate their marriage, will they be able to see the cracks in the mold? The arrows pointing to betrayal? Mature content.
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They handed her to me in a silk dress and diamond collar. The spoiled Sokolov princess. The executioner's daughter. My wife. Kira Sokolov dances in chaos like it's a language she invented- spinning through Paris in stilettos, kissing danger with blood-red lips, dragging her demons behind her like a designer coat. She was meant to be my obligation. A Bratva arrangement sealed in blood and silence. I never wanted a wife. Especially not one with wild eyes, bipolar swings, and a mouth that lives to drive me insane. But now she's mine. My problem. My obsession. And when she falls apart in my arms- with whispers to ghosts and bruised apologies- I'll burn kingdoms to keep her breathing. Because no one touches what belongs to Ivan Smirnov. Not the bratva. Not her past. Not even her own madness. She was born royalty. But she'll die as something else. Mine.

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