Black Crown

When I waged war to become the Pakhan of the Bratva in order to protect my daughter, I didn’t expect to be ambushed by an arranged marriage. The Irish wanted to cement our alliance, as if the sacrifices I’ve made for them weren’t enough. Now they expected me to engage in their barbaric customs; blood oaths, hand fasts and other ridiculous rituals. They presented me with this fiery-haired, waifish, scared little thing with a unpronounceable name. I was halfway ready to back out when she stabbed me right in the middle of dinner.

When I waged war to become the Pakhan of the Bratva in order to protect my daughter, I didn’t expect to be ambushed by an arranged marriage. The Irish wanted to cement our alliance, as if the sacrifices I’ve made for them weren’t enough. Now they expected me to engage in their barbaric customs; blood oaths, hand fasts and other ridiculous rituals. They presented me with this fiery-haired, waifish, scared little thing with a unpronounceable name. I was halfway ready to back out when she stabbed me right in the middle of dinner.