The 5-Book Petrov Bratva Mafia Romance Bundle

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Five sinful and thrilling mafia romances set in the Las Vegas underworld. All yours to binge read!

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Excerpt from Maksim

 

Hours pass. 

I don’t know how many. Time is impossible to measure in the thinning space, but by the time the semi truck’s door cranks open again, it’s dark outside. Last time the door opened to reveal the night sky, it let in a cool breeze, so I cross my arms in anticipation. No breeze comes. It’s just as hot as it was before. 

Something is different this time. I can sense it without pinpointing exactly what it is, and I think the others can too. 

We’re on edge. There’s only one stop after this, so the time for wondering who will be next is over. It’s all our turn now. The four of us make up the last pick of the litter, the unwanted ones, and I can only imagine this isn’t a good place to be. 

When the sliding door is fully opened, the driver stands with his hand hovering in the air. Two other shadows are perched on either side of him, and when a flashlight he’s holding clicks on, the little I see of the men disappears as I duck my head. The beam glides over us, blinding our sensitive eyes one by one. 

“Out.”

Tension squeezes my shoulder blades, but I don’t move. I won’t be the first to obey the command, not when I don’t know what’s waiting for us. 

The driver growls before banging the flashlight against the side of the truck, startling every one of us who've become accustomed to the silence. “Out.” He’s louder this time. More insistent, and it occurs to me that I don’t know the number of women in here who speak English, if any. I also don’t know how long until the driver becomes violent. 

The smell of urine gets stronger as a girl starts to cry, and I throw a glance that way, not knowing what I hope to convey but wishing I had said something sooner. That we would’ve acted like we were in this together instead of hoping ill fate to fall on each other to spare ourselves. 

I stand, straightening the dress for reasons I’m unsure of, then slowly make my way out of the truck. The driver grows impatient with me, his hand waving in another universal hurry up gesture. 

As I climb off the truck, I lock eyes with a man I wish I hadn’t, making that mistake the second time today. He smiles ever so slightly, but it isn’t a kind smile. There’s no warmth, no welcoming. 

The driver yanks me by my arm, throwing me between the two men, then he roughly pulls on the two girls who’ve chosen to follow me. He has to go inside the cargo space to retrieve the other girl, and I busy myself taking in my surroundings as a distractor from the screams. 

I can feel eyes on me, but I don’t look the man’s way. Instead, I look out at … dirt. More dirt than I’ve ever seen in my life. It stretches more kilometres than I can count, and if I didn’t know better, I’d say it led to the edge of the Earth. The strange theories about the Earth being flat must have come from people who live here. 

Where are we? Mars? 

I search for trees, for water, for any signs of life, but there’s nothing. There looks to be hills in the distance, but even those look barren, no green in sight. It makes sense, I guess, when I think of how weird the air feels. I’ve never been outside of Albania, but I’ve heard the air is more humid there than most places. This is the opposite. There isn’t any moisture here to spare for the plants, let alone for the air.

“In a line,” Driver snaps after shoving the last girl onto the dirt. 

“Do they all speak English?” the man who smiled at me asks. I can still feel his eyes on me. Instead of looking at his face, I stare at his bright red shoes, moving when Driver shoves me into another girl to manually form the line himself. I don’t know if I should pretend I don’t speak English or not, I just get the sense that I shouldn’t stand out. Not to these men. 

“Hablo Anglés?” he asks, clapping his hands in front of the woman he brought out of the truck. He not only butchered the pronunciation of that sentence, but he is also speaking Spanish to a Filipina woman. I’ve never seen a man this ignorant. 

She nods and cries when he slaps the side of her head. 

“Yes,” she says. 

He moves to the next, and when he gets to me, I hesitate. I don’t know why. I don’t know why I think it matters, it just feels like it does. Like I should keep everything hidden that I possibly can. 

“Nuk flas anglisht.”

“What?” Driver’s eyebrows bunch as if he thinks he didn’t hear me correctly. 

I shake my head like I don’t understand. “Nuk flas anglisht.”

When he slaps the side of my head, I cringe and raise my hands. “Nuk flas anglisht! Nuk flas anglisht!”

Driver takes a step back to address the two new men. “All but that one.”

“Is she a virgin?” the man who smiled at me asks. I don’t see him point or look to see where his eyes land, but I know he’s referring to me. 

My skin crawls hearing that question, little bugs worming their way beneath the surface. I can hear my mother’s voice again. 

Be a good girl, Elira. You know what men want. 

“Can’t exactly ask, now can we?” 

“You didn’t check for a hymen?” He sounds disappointed. I can hear the frown in his voice. 

“She’s fresh off the boat, my guy. She hasn’t been checked for shit.”

“What about you?” the other man asks, grasping the Filipina’s chin. 

I don’t see or hear how she responds because when a warm finger snakes beneath one strap of my dress, I jolt upright, my head snapping to face my unwelcome admirer. 

He glides his finger up and down, sending the bugs beneath my skin squirming, and it takes all my willpower not to scream or try to run. We’re already out in what must be the middle of a desert. It would be too easy to kill me if they wanted to. 

His finger moves to my mouth next, and instead of recoiling, I close my eyes and hold my breath while letting him brush my chapped bottom lip. When he stops, I open my eyes. 

“Hmmm.” His lips twist to one side like he’s thinking while his eyes trail me. He looks like I’m a menu and he’s trying to decide what he wants to eat. “My boss might be a little ticked, but I think you’ll make a nice addition to his collection.” 

He smiles at me, revealing a slightly chipped front tooth that would be endearing if he wasn’t a monster. 

“I think you’ll be a nice addition to my collection,” he says, his voice quieter as he tucks my hair behind my ear. 

I don’t recoil, nor do I respond to words I’m not supposed to understand. I don’t know why he says them. Maybe to scare me, maybe to hear himself speak. 

“How much?” he asks the driver who’s been speaking with the other man. He turns his head my way while I bow mine. Blood rushes past my ears. 

This is it. 

This is the next step. The first step, really.  

I am about to be this man’s whore. This man’s boss’s whore. 

When my eyes sting, I close them, telling myself it may not be that bad. That in a way, I was coming here prepared to be someone’s whore, even if it was under the guise of marriage. 

It could be okay. It could be… It could be…

It could be worse than death. 

“Thirty thousand.” 

My heart pangs as the man speaks with the finality of a judge slamming a gavel. 

“Sold.”

★★★★★ “Nicole Cypher is a one click author for me. I have loved every book she has written, but this one was not only my favourite thus far from her but one of my top 5 mafia reads ever.” Review of Maksim

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Featuring five couples with reappearing cameos, this bundle brings all the suspense with themes like:

🔒 Captivity 
🔥 Enemies-to-lovers 
🚫 Non-con 
🩸 Revenge 
🧠 UNHINGED main characters 
🔁 Sharing
⏳ Age gap (both ways! 👴❤️👩 & 👩🦳❤️🧒) 

 

★★★★★ “I absolutely freaking love this series. If you love dark romance, this is definitely the book for you.” - Review of Luka

 

BOOKS INCLUDED IN THE BUNDLE:

1. Maksim – 🔒🔥⏳
2. Alik – 🧠(👩)
3. Vitaly – ⏳🔥
4. Luka – 🔒🚫🔁
5. Arseni – 🔒🚫🩸⏳(👩🦳❤️🧒)