Sexting the Ex's Brother: An Enemies To Lovers Bratva Romance

Sexting my ex's brother wasn't on my bingo card.

I snuck into the private sky lounge to find one man - the detective who knew who killed my parents. Twenty years of dead ends. One last shot.

Then my ex's smug new fiancée dared me to sext a number I'd never seen before.

A phone chimed across the cabin.

Andrei Mikhailov. Bratva pakhan. Silver hair, slate-gray eyes, and the kind of voice that ruined women for other men. My ex's older brother.

He should have laughed it off.

Instead, he dragged me into his private suite, locked the door, and read every word out loud.
My mission just got complicated.

Seven days later, I was working under him.

And he had plans for me that had nothing to do with filing.