I held a fire extinguisher to a Bratva enforcer's chest.
He didn't even flinch.
Neither did I, when I saw the scars he thought would make me look away.
Nikolai Stepanov isn't hospital security.
He's a killer, guarding my patient from whoever set him on fire.
"It'll work fine on your face," I said.
"I have been hit with worse," he said back, and meant it.
I should be terrified of him.
Instead I can't stop finding reasons to walk past his door.
He buried three brothers in a fire six years ago and swore he'd never let anyone close enough to bury again.
Now the men who lit that first fire are hunting the man I'm falling for.
Reader's Note: Bratva bodyguard romance, scarred hero, fierce nurse heroine, forced proximity, slow burn, found family. HEA, no cheating, no cliffhanger.
He didn't even flinch.
Neither did I, when I saw the scars he thought would make me look away.
Nikolai Stepanov isn't hospital security.
He's a killer, guarding my patient from whoever set him on fire.
"It'll work fine on your face," I said.
"I have been hit with worse," he said back, and meant it.
I should be terrified of him.
Instead I can't stop finding reasons to walk past his door.
He buried three brothers in a fire six years ago and swore he'd never let anyone close enough to bury again.
Now the men who lit that first fire are hunting the man I'm falling for.
Reader's Note: Bratva bodyguard romance, scarred hero, fierce nurse heroine, forced proximity, slow burn, found family. HEA, no cheating, no cliffhanger.