Savage Vice: Dark Mafia Romance

I married him to stop a wedding, and the wedding happened anyway.

Now I am a Zolotov. My father has stopped saying my name. There is a war coming to Brighton Beach that nobody wanted except the man sitting in my kitchen eating food he cannot taste.

They think I am the thing Lev stole.

They keep talking in front of me.

That was always their mistake. It has never once been mine.

I have carried a tray through every wedding, every funeral and every sit down in south Brooklyn since I was fifteen. I know who owes what. I know whose mother is not speaking to whose. I know which men look at the door when a certain name gets said.

My husband breaks things.

I am going to do something worse. I am going to be useful.

LEV

I broke a nine year truce for a girl who came free with a chocolate order, and it bought me nothing.

I would do it again tonight.

Rego Park is coming. My brother cannot lift his arm. My own cousin has told me to my face that I have ruined this family over a wife, and she is right, and I have stopped pretending she is wrong.

Here is what nobody in Brighton Beach understands about my wife. She is not the soft thing they took her for. She has stood at the edge of every room in this city her whole life, listening, and not one man ever thought to ask her what she heard.

They are going to ask her now.

And she is going to answer them in my voice.

This is the second book in The Sugar & Vice series. Reading order:

Sweet Vice.

Savage Vice.

Deadly Vice.