Total pages in book: 2
Estimated words: 1411 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 7(@200wpm)___ 6(@250wpm)___ 5(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 1411 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 7(@200wpm)___ 6(@250wpm)___ 5(@300wpm)
Ivanov called it entertainment. I called it a disease that needed a cure. And diseases eventually had to be cut out.
“The problem,” another captain said quietly, “is that Ivanov has powerful connections. This could lead to major blowback.”
I tapped my finger once against the table. True, Ivanov had allies, politicians who owed him favors, and syndicates who profited from his routes. Even men inside the Bratva who believed the old codes were outdated and profit was the only rule that mattered.
Removing him wouldn’t just solve a problem. It might start a war. But that was a risk worth taking.
I leaned back slightly in my chair. “A war may already be coming.”
No one argued. They all knew it was fucking true. Because beneath the bosses and captains who ruled the Bratva, beneath the soldiers who enforced our will in our territories, there were men who lived in a darker place entirely.
Men we called when a task was too dirty for the rest of us.
And I knew the perfect ghost to handle this.
The Death Dealer.
I lifted my glass of vodka and took a slow drink before setting it back on the table. “You know who we need.”
Everyone murmured in agreement.
“Write the contract,” I said. “I’ll offer it personally.”
Five million dollars for the death of Andrey Ivanov.
Some men killed for money. Others for power. In Moscow, men disappeared every day.
But the Death Dealer? He killed because once he accepted the contract… there was no escaping him.
START THE SERIES
Where a legendary Bratva hitman takes a contract meant to end a monster… and instead finds himself obsessed with the one person he never expected.
Zoya. His enemy's daughter.
The story continues in The Death Dealer.