Ripping the Odds
Getting kidnapped and losing my leg wasn’t part of the plan. Neither was falling for my boss, a member of the Russian Bratva.
He saved me, in more ways than one.
Zakhar Vlaschenko.
Six-feet, six-inches of raw masculinity. He was beautiful, built, and broody. Exactly my type. I had no idea he felt the same about me as I did him until I was lying in a hospital bed after he saved me from death’s door.
My independence was shattered in the blink of an eye. Being an amputee, even the simplest activities were a struggle. They called it my new normal. My new hell was more like it.
No matter how hard I tried to push him away, Zak stayed by my side. He erased all my fears with a single look, and promised me the future I always dreamed of.
But a life with him didn’t come without danger. His enemies were ruthless. They wanted to destroy everything he cared about.
His brothers.
His business.
Me.
With our love on the line, I had to make a choice. Leave my heart behind, or go all in.
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