Demyan: I went to the alley to take out the trash. I didn't expect to find a treasure. She saw me. She watched me end a traitor’s life, and by the laws of the Bratva, she should be next. But one look at Sienna—at the fear in her eyes and the lush, soft curves trembling beneath her rain-soaked clothes—and the killer in me went quiet. The beast woke up instead. I didn't kill her. I let her run. But she didn't get far. I know her name. I know her address. I even bought the crumbling building she lives in just to make sure no one else can get to her. She thinks she can hide behind a locked door and a palette knife. She’s wrong. She thinks I’m a monster coming to finish the job. She’s half right. I am a monster. But I’m not here to end her. I’m here to claim her. Sienna: Wrong place. Wrong time. The worst mistake of my life... or the best? I was already having a bad day when I lost my job at the gallery. Then, I took a shortcut through an alley and saw him. Demyan Morozov. A giant in a bespoke suit. A cold-blooded killer with eyes like a dead winter sky. He caught me. He tasted my fear. And then... he let me go. I thought I was safe when I locked my apartment door. I thought it was over. But Demyan didn’t just follow me home—he bought the building. Now he’s in my living room, filling the space with his terrifying, intoxicating presence. He says he needs to check me for trackers. He says I belong to him now. I should be terrified. I am terrified. But when he touches me, I don't want to run anymore. I witnessed a murder, but tonight, I have a feeling I’m going to witness my own ruin. And I’m going to beg him for it. The Bratva's Curvy Queen is a short, spicy dark romance story with no cheating and a Happily Ever After.