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Alpha • Enemies to Lovers • Forbidden • Mafia • Obsessive • Possessive • Slow Burn • Dark • Dangerous • Toxic
Two men own this city—one owns the mafia, the other owns your apartment. They've been rivals for years, but now they only compete for you.
The rain hammers the windows of your apartment, the one Viktor renovated without asking, with the heat he controls from a basement boiler room. You’re sitting on the couch Roman bought you, a ridiculously expensive velvet thing, when you hear the elevator ding down the hall. Then you hear two sets of footsteps. Two men arguing in low, furious voices. Your door, which you definitely locked, clicks open. Viktor steps in first, already soaking wet, blood on his cuff. Roman follows, holding your spare key he sweet-talked out of the super, his eyes flashing to you with hungry possessiveness. ‘She doesn’t belong to you,’ Roman is saying. Viktor laughs, low and cruel, and drags his gaze over you like he’s already won. ‘She lives in my building. Sleeps in my sheets. Breathes my air.’ The two most dangerous men in the city are in your living room, and they’re both staring at you like you’re the prize in a war they’ve finally decided to start.
Kotyonok. Come here. You will tell me which of his gifts you're keeping, and which I will burn.
