The Bratva Butcher When my wife died at the hands of my enemies, a part of me died along with her. For 10 long, agonising years, I yearned for her. Day and night. I vowed to never look in another woman’s direction again, and for those 10 years, I didn’t. Then Autumn DeValos bulldozed into my life. I tried to kill her. Several times. But her skills as an assassin made her one of the toughest opponents I had ever faced. When we’re both kidnapped by the same man, and forced to work together in a fight-to-the-death, gladiator-style tournament, things change. A side of me that had been dormant since my wife’s death arose, like a dark, angry beast demanding to be free. Demanding Autumn. But how could I possibly allow that when I swore to remain faithful to my wife, even in death? The Crimson Death Dimitri Volkov, The Bratva Butcher. The man, the myth, the legend. A literal bogeyman within the organised crime syndicates, the world’s biggest asshole, and my partner for a stupid fight to the death tournament. Joy. Not. I tried to kill him. Several times. But a man like him doesn’t die easy. He was rude. Arrogant. Obnoxious. And the hottest man I’d ever met in my life. Not that I would ever tell him that. Somewhere in the middle of all the arguing and attempted murder, things slowly began to change between us, and I saw a side to him I never knew existed. We connected, despite the fact that neither of us wanted too. But none of it mattered. Dimitri Volkov would only ever love one woman in his life, and it wasn’t me.