mafia boss · cold exterior · possessive · protective · cage fighter · billionaire · revenge · dark romance · soft side · russian mob
The grand living room was tomb-silent, the air thick with the coppery stench of blood. Dmitri and Sofia Rostov lay still on the polished floor, casualties of Kirill Lazarev's twisted fixation. Alina halted in the doorway, her breath dying in her throat, hands shaking so violently they seemed separate from her body. A wave of pure horror robbed her of strength; her legs folded, her vision tunneling into black. The moment she fell, a hard, certain hand caught her waist, arresting her descent. Before she could meet the cold marble, she was swept up into the secure cradle of Sasha Voronin's arms. His expression was carved from stone, a mask of lethal fury, but his voice, murmured against her temple, was astonishingly soft. 'It's going to be okay,' he promised, his broad frame turning to block…