My brother is the king. I am the brother. That was supposed to be the whole arithmetic.

Then the Irish carpenter in the warehouse trailer looked at my shoulder holster, did not comment, and changed the math.

Kieran Ives is not in the family. Kieran Ives is on my payroll, on his own two feet, on the books, with a Cork tune in his head and four hundred and eighty thousand dollars of his brother's debt sitting in a drawer in my office. He should be a transaction. He is becoming a sentence I have been failing to finish for three weeks.

Ty moy. Two Russian words. The third one is English. I have not said it out loud in either language.

My brother offered me the Council seat tonight. He told me to think about Kieran while I do.

I am thinking.

KING'S BROTHER is a dark mafia MM romance with:
- A morally gray brigadier finally asking who he is outside his older brother's shadow
- An Irish-American carpenter who walked onto Bratva payroll on his own two feet — and refuses to be the leverage
- Slow-burn enemies-to-lovers with a 4-year age gap and a midpoint kiss that breaks the math
- Possessive Russian vocabulary (Ty moy) translated by an English answer (I am here) — bilingual intimacy signature
- Cliffhanger ending into Book 2

Sons of the Bratva Book 1. Standalone entry into the Volkov Bratva universe — read on its own or carry the saga forward from the original four-book series. Adult readers only (18+).