Wicked Boss (Bratva Brothers 2)

“I mean gone home with a stranger.”

I walk with her outside into the cold. Spring is just on the cusp, but it doesn’t feel warm yet. “We're not quite strangers. You know my name." She's right, though, we don't know anything else about each other. Well, I know she's good at pool, and if we ever play on teams, I want her on mine.

Hannah is flustered, and I’m the reason for her nervousness.

“We don’t have to do this,” I say, resting my hands on hers. “We can just call it a night. Enjoy the moment that we had together.”

She whimpers under her breath. “I want this. I’m just stupid nervous.”

“Stupid nervous?” I ask, the grin widening across my face. “That’s a new one.” I haven’t heard anyone use that terminology before. Then again, the members of the bratva would never admit they’re nervous, and they’re just about the only people I ever hang around with.

Hannah is a nice change of pace, even if it’s only for one night.

There's an innocence to her. A sweet perfection that once shattered can never be made whole.

When we're done, she'll never be the same.

I'll ruin her in the best possible way.