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In places where the sun can hide, the darkest betrayals are made.
Violet Gallucci and Kazimir Markovic have grown up in the same city, but on opposite sides of the game they call life—Violet, an Italian principessa della mafia, and Kaz, a Russian Bratva heir. Lines have been drawn, and they know not to cross them.
Their paths crossed once, a long time ago, but when they meet again, the territory and rules set out by their families that have kept them separated seem to bleed away.
She's more than her last name …
He’s more than a Russian …
But secrets from the past—and the people determined to keep them hidden—have other plans for Violet and Kaz.
Rival families.
One city.
Star-crossed lovers.
They should be enemies.
It could mean war.
This is just the beginning …
From authors Bethany-Kris (The Chicago War) and London Miller (Volkov Bratva) comes a thrilling, sexy new series—Seasons of Betrayal. Where the Russians and Italians clash in culture, mafia … and love.
251 pages, Kindle Edition
First published May 31, 2016
He was far more than what everyone around her always said.
Russian. Savage. Scum.
There was a great deal more to the man behind the last name and the heritage he came from.
Just like her.
“I want your mouth, and your fingers, and your tongue. I want yout to eat me. I want to come.“
„Now..that's what I wanted.“
“Hooking up is a one-time thing. When you start seeking the same person out to fuck again, it no longer falls into that category.“
“..You're going to keep coming back here. I'm going to keep letting you. And that makes us something…
"For her, he was that one soul meant for hers. And she wasn't allowed to have him."
“Italians and Russians simply didn’t work well together. They were two entirely different criminal organizations, following codes that might have seemed similar on the surface, but were actually quite different in some ways”
“Kaz Markovic could quickly become a complication for Violet. One she didn’t need. Like a fucking addiction she couldn’t kick, swimming through her veins. He might already be one.”
“Kaz was that one person. For her, he was that one soul meant for hers. And she wasn’t allowed to have him.”
“You should have kept those curtains closed, Kazimir.”
“Once is a hook-up, but twice makes a lover.”
“Sacrifice…is at the heart of repentance. Without deeds, your apology is worthless.”
“He might not have been able to claim her out there, but in his bedroom, where it was just the two of them, he made his ownership clear.”
“…it was too late. And even if she didn’t get to keep it – keep him – she knew now…Kaz was that one person. For her, he was that one soul meant for hers. And she wasn’t allowed to have him.”