Heir to My Ruin
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I was forged in the dark-broken, beaten, and trained to kill without mercy.
They took everything from me. My name. My childhood. My soul.
Now I'm back to take theirs.
One target at a time.
But when I meet Ryat Novikov, the heir to the empire that ruined me, I don't know who he is. I only know the fire in his touch, the softness in his eyes, and the way he makes me forget the list of names written in blood.
Until I find out his is on it.
Now I have a choice: finish what I started...
Or risk everything for the man born from my enemy's sins.
In this world, love isn't a redemption.
It's a weapon.
And I'm about to use it.
-
They call me the son of the devil.
Firstborn to the Novikov's Bratva. Heir to New York's underworld. I grew up counting corpses instead of candles, taught that love was weakness and trust was a loaded gun pointed at your own head.
My father's empire bleeds into every corner of this city-ports, politics, police. And I'm the one who keeps it alive.
But something's shifting. Our men are being taken out. Precise. Silent. Brutal.
Whoever's doing it isn't leaving clues-just symbols burned in blood and a message no one can decipher.
No one... except maybe me.
Then she appears.
Sharp tongue. Killer eyes. A past wrapped in shadows. There's something about her I can't walk away from-even though I should. Even though everything in me knows she's dangerous.
What I don't know yet...
Is that she's not here to save me.
She's here to burn us all down.
And God help me-
I think I'd let her.
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