Artyom by Cam Johns

Run. Run. As fast as they can.
But if the Bratva catches them,
then they’re dead.

Bratva bosses don’t let things go. They ferment it in their grainy hearts and distill the grudge into hate. Arytom knew this from the moment his foot lifted off Russian soil. He still knows it five years later.

He’s a deserter. One who still breathes, and sleeps, and whose heart still beats for Evonna. She slipped through the cracks of his broken heart and gave him the courage to leave behind a toxic brotherhood.

Together they fled. He forsook his roots and pledged allegiance to the Sin City MC and built a new life in Oakland, but the night of their escape scarred both of them. Torments them with what-ifs and whens.

Artyom’s family doesn’t just brew hatred. They mature a grudge like a fine bottle of aged vodka. The longer, the harsher. The purer the rage.
And it’s going to burn like hell on the way down.