A dark standalone Bratva romance from the world of Hopeless Creatures
I break people in basements for a living. Then they locked me in the dark with her.
A ballerina with a ruined knee and fury that rivals mine. A nobody, according to her records.
Except two Bratva bloodlines want her dead, and she doesn’t know why.
She thinks her name is Octavia Clarke.
The men who took us know better.
I’ve survived countless interrogation rooms. The rules kept me alive: feel nothing. Want nothing. Protect nothing.
