He was watching her before she knew he existed.
Nadia Reeve is a financial analyst who is very good at her job and has spent eighteen months pretending not to notice what her most profitable client is doing with his money. She has reasons. They are good reasons. She has a brother whose knees depend on them.
Then Dmitri Vasin walks into a Midtown bar on a Thursday evening — quiet, precise, the kind of man who notices everything and files it — and for two hours she forgets she has reasons for anything.
She doesn't know he has a file with her name on it.
She doesn't know he's been watching the building across the street.
She doesn't know that the man she just gave her number to works for the most dangerous organisation in Brooklyn, and that the accounts she manages are the reason he followed her in.
What she knows is that he called her on a Tuesday to check on her. That he knows a coffee place in Astoria where nobody talks to you. That he says what he means and means what he says, which is rarer than it should be.
What she knows is that she's in considerable trouble.
He was supposed to get the information and leave.
He was not supposed to cut a key at seven in the morning. He was not supposed to tell her things he hasn't told anyone. He was not supposed to sit in a Brighton Beach apartment with the ocean outside and think: this is what the trade-off was for.
But here they are.
And she's given him everything — the accounts, the architecture, eighteen months of careful not-looking assembled into something with shape and weight — and he's given her his word, which it turns out is worth more than she expected.
Now he's going to Chicago. And she's going to wait. And the ocean is going to do what oceans do.
Watched by the Bratva is Book Two of the The Bratva's Claim Series — a dark Bratva romance featuring surveillance, slow burn, push-pull tension, explicit content, and a man who followed a woman into a bar on a Thursday and has not, subsequently, looked away.
For readers 18+ only. HEA guaranteed. Can be read as a standalone.
Nadia Reeve is a financial analyst who is very good at her job and has spent eighteen months pretending not to notice what her most profitable client is doing with his money. She has reasons. They are good reasons. She has a brother whose knees depend on them.
Then Dmitri Vasin walks into a Midtown bar on a Thursday evening — quiet, precise, the kind of man who notices everything and files it — and for two hours she forgets she has reasons for anything.
She doesn't know he has a file with her name on it.
She doesn't know he's been watching the building across the street.
She doesn't know that the man she just gave her number to works for the most dangerous organisation in Brooklyn, and that the accounts she manages are the reason he followed her in.
What she knows is that he called her on a Tuesday to check on her. That he knows a coffee place in Astoria where nobody talks to you. That he says what he means and means what he says, which is rarer than it should be.
What she knows is that she's in considerable trouble.
He was supposed to get the information and leave.
He was not supposed to cut a key at seven in the morning. He was not supposed to tell her things he hasn't told anyone. He was not supposed to sit in a Brighton Beach apartment with the ocean outside and think: this is what the trade-off was for.
But here they are.
And she's given him everything — the accounts, the architecture, eighteen months of careful not-looking assembled into something with shape and weight — and he's given her his word, which it turns out is worth more than she expected.
Now he's going to Chicago. And she's going to wait. And the ocean is going to do what oceans do.
Watched by the Bratva is Book Two of the The Bratva's Claim Series — a dark Bratva romance featuring surveillance, slow burn, push-pull tension, explicit content, and a man who followed a woman into a bar on a Thursday and has not, subsequently, looked away.
For readers 18+ only. HEA guaranteed. Can be read as a standalone.
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