Ten years ago I died. Since then I’ve lived as Ghost, existing in shadows, caring for nothing but my business and the Brotherhood. But she’s changed all that. Reminded me that there are things beyond Bratva, things a man like me can never have. Things like love. I know it’s not possible, but I want her, crave her. And now that my past has caught up with me, I’ll have to kill for her. Or die for her...

He hates me. Every look, every word tells me so. Maybe it’s my weakness, my scars. Whatever his reasons, he’s determined to drive me out of the Brotherhood. If his taunts and insults don’t break me…his kisses will.

I built the Brotherhood with sweat and blood, have amassed power and wealth beyond imagination. One misstep, and all I’ve built will crumble. I won’t let that happen. Not even for her. She gives me her body. I give her my protection. But she’ll never have my heart.