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I took a Bratva bullet.
Got their princess pregnant.
Now my dead brother wants us both six feet under.
I broke the codetouched my best friend’s sister.
Broke her heartleft her behind with my baby.
Broke myselfbecame the monster I swore I’d never be.
Six months in Russian hell turned me into Shakal. The Jackal.
The one who laughs while bones snap.
The one who kills for the Bratva crest on his chest.
My dying best friend made me swear: Protect Vanya.
Blood oath sealed in his last breath.
Now she owns my nights.
And I own the secret she’s hiding.
She thinks I chose loyalty over love.
Doesnt know I survived every prison beating for her.
That Ive killed for less than the taste of her skin.
Then my dead twin rises with Moroccan killers at his back.
Betrayal runs deeper than blood.
And the woman carrying my child becomes the target.
They want me to choosethe Bratva or her.
But I already made my decision.
If I lose her, this empire burns.
Problem is… dead brothers don’t forgive.
And the boss’s niece was never meant to carry bastard heirs.
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