The Bratva wept for a ghost while the real monster crawled back to the only thing he couldn’t kill—her.
Deep in the belly of a bunker, beaten but unbroken, the Bratva’s deadliest leader claws his way back from the grave, driven by one thing: her name on the lips of the man who betrayed him.
Isabella has tried to move on. The man who made her feel alive is gone, and the clinic where she hides is the only place she can pretend to forget. But grief has claws. And when whispers of the devil start bleeding through her dreams and clinic walls, she knows that love doesn’t die. It waits. And so do monsters.
Now she stands at the center of a war between bloodlines, haunted by a past that was stolen from her and a future soaked in Bratva blood. The underworld is cracking. The Bratva wants a new king. The world wants a body to bury. But the lie of his death will be the last mercy they’ll ever get.
He’ll string their corpses up like butchered pigs.
And the slaughterhouse isn’t just where they die;
it’s where he makes her his final vow.
Deep in the belly of a bunker, beaten but unbroken, the Bratva’s deadliest leader claws his way back from the grave, driven by one thing: her name on the lips of the man who betrayed him.
Isabella has tried to move on. The man who made her feel alive is gone, and the clinic where she hides is the only place she can pretend to forget. But grief has claws. And when whispers of the devil start bleeding through her dreams and clinic walls, she knows that love doesn’t die. It waits. And so do monsters.
Now she stands at the center of a war between bloodlines, haunted by a past that was stolen from her and a future soaked in Bratva blood. The underworld is cracking. The Bratva wants a new king. The world wants a body to bury. But the lie of his death will be the last mercy they’ll ever get.
He’ll string their corpses up like butchered pigs.
And the slaughterhouse isn’t just where they die;
it’s where he makes her his final vow.
