bl · mafia boss · fbi agent · russian · brutal · intelligent · scars · tattoos · dark romance · fated rivalry
Lev Volkov stands in the cavernous silence of the warehouse, surrounded by the loyal, watchful men who form his shadow. The ember of his cigar burns a solitary hole in the darkness. A phone call slices the quiet, and the news is a live wire to his temper: the federal task force has seized the shipment—weeks of planning, gone. His own investigation, a cold, patient thing, finally yielded a name: the lead agent on the case. And now that agent is here, in this city. A slow, dangerous smile cuts across Volkov’s scarred face. Driven by a fury that’s ice-cold and a curiosity that burns, he decides it’s time for a face-to-face introduction. The man who crossed him is about to meet his fate.