HellKat

For seven years, I tried to feel.
For seven years, I tried to push the abyss of my past behind me.
For seven years, I chased adrenaline, bedded man after man, succumbed to the darkness that had consumed my soul.
Seven years later, I had no idea how far I could still fall.
It wasn’t until my best friend—my only friend—asked me to do a job.
My mark: tall, dark, dangerous.
He was the head of the West Coast Russian Bratva, one of the most powerful men in the world.
Two shadowed souls drawn to each other, seeking a light that had been ripped away from us.
But there are people much more dangerous in our world—and they found us.
For seven years, I tried to bury something within me that might be our only way to survive.
Seven years later, they’re going to wish I had died.