Fiona Murphy
Beautiful Broken Vengeance
Beautiful Broken Vengeance
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Phoenix Raymond is a puzzle. Despite her father selling her to a sick man when she was only a child, she’s a true virgin at twenty-four. Somehow she’s an FBI agent without ever having set foot in Quantico. And most importantly, she wants to destroy my family—but she’s my wife.
She wants us to pay for the skin trade we dealt in. It doesn’t matter we got out of that a long time ago. The debt for her is personal. The woman is tenacious, a problem who refuses to go away. Two weeks ago I demanded my brother allow me to end her as a problem. He denied my request and told me to figure out another way. One week ago he told me to find a wife. When she shows up on my doorstep broken and bleeding, I solve her problem and mine.
Once she’s healed, she thinks she can walk away—that she has to walk away. She thinks because her…needs are different that I won’t want her, won’t be the daddy she craves, that I’ll leave her the way everyone else has. What she doesn’t understand is she belongs to me. She is mine to keep, to protect, to be whatever she needs. I will never let her go. Not even a bullet and blood will buy her freedom. I’m a Levin, Bratva, and we keep what’s ours.
This is the second book in the Bratva Bound standalone series. You need not have read the first to enjoy this one. Please see the content warning.
Chapter 1
Chapter 1
The beautiful woman I have with me will be the equivalent of a sleep aid. After a few orgasms I’m able to fall asleep easier and faster. She giggles as I lift her from the SUV, her arms snaking around my neck.
David curses. “Get back in the SUV,” he yells at me.
I turn to find the woman from the pictures I saw what feels like a few short hours ago staring at me only a dozen feet away. The hood part is up over her head, then she’s pushing it back. She isn’t tall but she isn’t short, five foot seven, maybe five eight.
Her blue eyes catch mine and hold. The odd sensation of goose bumps sweeps over my body. Hatred is rolling off her as she approaches me. It has to be the cause of the goose bumps. Women young and old have only stared at me with either desire or indulgent humor.
She is a pretty thing even in the hideous hoody and sweats. Too bad her hatred deepens those lines in her forehead and turns down her wide mouth.
Her hair is in a messy bun again, it’s clear it’s long. I love long hair, the better to wrap it around my hand and use it to guide a woman’s mouth to my cock. The words slide out of me. “Privet, malyshka, what a pretty little thing you are.”
The woman in my arms, fuck me if I can remember her name, scoffs and pushes away from me. She says something, I’m not listening, all my focus is on the girl. I’m drawn to her, the better to see her.
“I’m going to make you pay,” she says. “You and your brothers. The Levin family will be revealed for what you really are.” It’s a promise. Her husky voice is more mature than her years, something in her tone holds me in place.
David moves between me and the angry girl. He pulls his gun. “I’ll kill you first.”
The woman I brought from the club runs for the street, forgotten the moment I lose sight of her. I step around David. “Pay for what, malyshka? Who are you?”
“You know what. Your sins are numerous and disgusting.” The words are filled with venom.
I’m not the only one sure if she did have a weapon she would have used it by now. David raises the gun to the girl’s face.
Her gasp is ice down my spine. It doesn’t matter I still feel the sting of her hate—the sight of fear on her face sends my hand to David’s arm and pushes it down. “Your name, malyshka. Tell me your name.”
“Karma,” is all she says before she walks away.
The concern I had in the face of how deep her hatred runs disappears. She really had no idea who she was up against if she thought she could threaten me and my family then simply walk away.
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