Page 123 of The Lazarov Bratva

Please.

A twinkle that gleams red through the blood splattered across the stones.

My brother and sister are dead.

The woman I love is missing, maybe even facing the same fate as my siblings.

My first curls around the gems, tightening until diamonds cut into my palm and my own blood spills to join that of my sister on my clothes.

Aleksander, I’m coming for you.

Hell will be a paradise compared to the horror I will rain down to get my girl back.