Twisted Hearts: A Dark Bratva Enemies To Lovers Romance

“Marry me. Be my wife,” I groan. “Be mine, Eilish.”

“Marry me.”

It’s a command, not a question.

I don’t think my place has ever felt more like home

I swear, there’s a fucking darkness in my solnishka that makes me love her even more

“I love you,” I choke. “I’ve loved you since the night I saw you.”

“Home,” I breathe as I close the distance between my lips and his. “I just want to go home. With you.”

“I’ll marry you,” she whimpers fiercely into my lips. “Because I love you.”

The truth is, I fell in love with her the night Declan died—when I saw her burning her fingers picking up the evidence and taking a moment to spit on his corpse.

I will kill for her.

Because I’m in love with her

“I told you before: I would, and will, kill for you, Eilish.”