Bratva Menace By T.J. Maguire

Lukyan Volkov
It was my time to motherfucking shine.
I’ve always been underestimated. The type of personality I had ensured that. I liked to joke around a lot. Have fun. Make people laugh. Being underestimated kinda came with that territory, and that was okay. I didn’t mind.
But now, I had the chance to prove myself. To show that I wasn’t just the idiot, class clown of the Bratva. To show my true potential. What I was capable of. To show my siblings and my father that I could be depended on by doing the impossible.
Killing the patriarch of our family.
A man the whole world feared.
My grandfather, Sergei Volkov.
A plan was in place to accomplish that, which involved me taking part in an arranged marriage. There was just one, small problem.
My stalker would never allow it.

Lyla
From the moment I saw him, he was mine. Lukyan Volkov. Handsome, broad-shouldered, with Golden Retriever energy and a soul that yearned to be dominated.
He was everything to me. My whole world. And I would do whatever it took to have him.
For the better part of a year and a half, I’ve stalked him. Broken into his house just to watch him sleep. Catalogued his every move and added thousands of photos to my ever growing scrapbook.
I couldn’t stay away, even if I tried.
Our connection transcended everything. I was obsessed. I knew that. Understood that, and I didn’t fucking care. Nothing and no-one would ever come between us.
My plan to make him mine was a risky one, but what was love without a little risk?