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Raised as a prototype for the Georgian Bratva's obedience drug, 221 fails to think, act, or live for himself; he's his master's perfectly-crafted killing puppet. Standing at six-foot-six, weighing two-hundred-and-fifty pounds, and unrivaled in to-the-death combat, 221 successfully secures business for the Georgian Mafiya Boss of NYC, who rules the dark world of the criminal underground. Until his enemies capture him.
Talia Tolstaia dreams to break from the heavy clutches of Bratva life. She dreams of another life--away from the stifling leash of her Russian Bratva Boss father and from the brutality of her work at The Dungeon, her criminal family's underground death-match enterprise. But when she stumbles upon her family's captive who is more monster than man, she starts to see the man underneath. A powerful, beautiful, damaged man whose heart calls to hers. But sacrifices must be made--blood for blood...life for life...souls for scarred souls...
257 pages, Kindle Edition
First published November 10, 2015
“I fell for our greatest enemy. I fell in deep, and gifted him all of my heart.”
I’m on my own, have always been on my own. I’d give anything to have that soul-shattering type of love. But how that’ll ever happen in this life is beyond me. Who the hell’s going to date the daughter of a Bratva boss?
Something inside of me cooled. The rage that always ran through my veins calmed. It was still there, I could feel it bubbling under the surface, but her warm hand had calmed it. I took a deep breath. There was no pain, no poison, just the feeling of her.
“You are… for me. No other male. Just me. And me… for you. This is my ‘I love you.’ These are my words from my scarred soul. They are not borrowed words, but words from my full heart, and my heart only.”
I was his universe. Like he was the Earth and I was his sun.














Our desperate gazes met.
He took a deep breath.
Then he whispered, "You are...for me?"

And in that moment I knew- I was losing my heart to the object of my family's deepest hatred.
I swallowed at the sight of him. I fought for breath at his savageness; his brutal, primitive presence, and I lost all sensibilities.
He looked every inch the unpolished savage I'd believed him to be.


Zaal Kostava, you've stolen my forbidden heart."
We'd bared our pasts, we'd fought our fates. And at the end, left over was only the purest form of love. Of need. Of US.








“I was his universe. Like he was the Earth and I was his sun.”
“He looked every inch the unpolished savage I'd believed him to be.”

“Yes, he was vicious. Yes, he was wild, but in that split second there was something more. Something of the real Zaal Kostava still lived inside him.”
“…he mirrored how I felt. Especially of late, I felt broken and scarred on the inside. He looked broken and scarred on the outside.”
“I’d showed him the sun, but he’d shown me true freedom. He’d shown me what it was to feel wanted, needed, vital to someone else’s happiness.”
“He devoured me with his mouth.
He dominated me with his strength.
But my heart, my heart was giving itself to him. With every thrust he made inside me, another piece of my heart broke and melded into his.”
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“You are my Zaal, the man whose soul has stolen mine.”


“Be strong. Keep strong.”
“One mole for each of us.”





“And one day, a man will enter your life and you will know, without a doubt, that he is yours. I can’t explain it, but something will snap within you and from that day forth, you’ll be his and he’ll be yours.”

“Zaal Kostava, you’ve stolen my forbidden heart.”


“He’d come into my life like a storm. A storm I didn’t want, one I’d prepared all my life to hate, to fight. But it brought with it refreshing rain. It cleared the skies and brought out only warmth.”














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“I’m on my own, have always been on my own. I’d give anything to have that soul-shattering type of love. But how that’ll ever happen in this life is beyond me. Who the hell’s going to date the daughter of a Bratva boss?”

Something inside of me cooled. The rage that always ran through my veins calmed. It was still there, I could feel it bubbling under the surface, but her warm hand had calmed it. I took a deep breath. There was no pain, no poison, just the feeling of her.














"You are.....for me?"


"I am for you, Zaal, eternally. I am forever for you."


“Zaal Kostava, you’ve stolen my forbidden heart.”

"He’d come into my life like a storm. A storm I didn’t want, one I’d prepared all my life to hate, to fight. But it brought with it refreshing rain. It cleared the skies and brought out only warmth.
“You are … for me. No other male. Just me. And me … for you . This is my, ‘I love you.’ These are my words from my scarred soul.


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“Zaal Kostava, you've stolen my forbidden heart."
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'Talia Tolstaia. My Talia Tolstaia.
I tried to find hate. I tried to despise.
I only found warmth.
It was her warmth. She was mine.
She had cleansed me. Cared for me. Cried for me. She was...for me.'
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“You are… for me. No other male. Just me. And me… for you. This is my ‘I love you.’ These are my words from my scarred soul. They are not borrowed words, but words from my full heart, and my heart only.”
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