The Fixer

Ophelia:
My family name is a curse. A burden. An inescapable shadow looming over me and all of Russia.
No matter how fast I run, I can’t elude the person casting that shadow. A menace that only had a name and a story but no face.
That menace now had its eyes directly on me, and my only saving grace was the man I’d made the mistake of falling in love with.
Sascha. A gorgeous man that dealt with far too much he should know nothing about. The symbol of a life I couldn’t have but desperately wanted.
We were about to face our worst test. As a fixer for the Russian Bratva, it was my job to repair the damages- to erase the mistakes- to do what those high and mighty deemed too tedious.
Everything was coming into scope, but could I handle the perilousness without him?

Sascha:
I was born fifteen years too early, but I wasn’t going to let a little thing like age stop me from having the love of my life.
The dangers of her job were nothing more than nagging to me. They were situations I’d heard of after the fact, when all was said and done.
My job as a university professor was mundane and simple, and I liked that.
But Ophelia’s honored position in the Bratva threatened to steal our somewhat normal life. That ominous shadow grew and darkened, and there was nothing she or I could do to stop it.
Now, though, I was embroiled to my ears in Ophelia’s dealing when her boss decides to clean house.
I would never leave her, but there may be nothing left to save if she’s not careful.