Accidental Bratva Daddy

I wrote my wedding vows with lies and loathing,

Hurried into a pretend marriage with a gorgeous Bratva boss for all the wrong reasons,

Drenched in a bitter hatred that slowly corroded into molten hot passion.

And a shocking twin pregnancy that has me eating for three…

But sometimes making peace with one enemy only creates new ones.

Sometimes it means letting the past burn so a future can rise,

And sometimes, like tonight, it means holding each other up as we walk away from the carnage, bound together by vows written in blood and sealed with a bullet.

For better or worse.

In hatred and love.

Until death do us part.

And in the Bratva, we mean every word.