I have two obligations. To escape. To keep him alive. Both are killing me slowly.

A year ago my brother died trying to stitch a Krovavy lieutenant who'd taken a bullet in his own kitchen. A year later I'm in a Sheepshead Bay safehouse with the brigadier who runs that lieutenant's crew, and I'm the one keeping his shoulder from going septic, and he's the one keeping me from walking out the door.

His name is Maxim. He's thirty-five. He has amber eyes the fog made look almost warm and a habit of asking the names of men he's about to kill. He hasn't asked mine. He calls me doktor. He hasn't decided what to do with me yet.

I haven't decided either. That's the problem.

Krovavy Brigade — Book 1 of 4. Dark MM mafia romance. Brighton Beach, Russian + Medical Latin bilingual, on-page violence from Chapter 1. Cliffhanger ending.