Dedication
This one is for all my readers.
You’ve changed my life in so many ways.
Viktor is for you.
Songlist
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Sinner & Saint – Tommee Profitt, Beacon Light, Moiba Mustapha
Tragic – Tommee Profitt, Fleurie
Don’t Mess With My Mind – EMO
Monsters – Tommee Profitt, XEAH
Hard For Me – Michele Morrone
Be Careful – Tommee Profitt, Laney Jones
Coming Back – Robin Loxley, Smudge Mason
Lovely – Daisy Gray
With You Til The End – Tommee Profitt, Sam Tinnesz
Can’t Help Falling In Love (Dark) – Tommee Profitt, Brooke
Where You Are – Tommee Profitt, Mike Mains
In Your Arms – Ryan Louder, Ashley Serena
Synopsis
After the Priesthood wipes out my family, I find myself kidnapped and held prisoner by the head of the Bratva – a man who’s as charming as he is terrifying.
My days are filled with chaotic emotions and fear, and with time, I realize Viktor Vetrov wants more than just my obedience.
He wants all of me, but I refuse to fall for his filthy promises of ecstasy.
The instant I gain my freedom, I run straight back to the Cosa Nostra.
But, I quickly learn there are worse monsters in the world than the one who held me captive.
With no family left, choices are made for me. None are in my best interest.
I’m forced to marry a man twice my age who doesn’t have a gentle side.
I only have one hope. Viktor Vetrov.
But asking the head of the Bratva to save me will leave me indebted to him.
Do I give myself to the old monster who will use and abuse me, or do I give myself to the attractive devil who wiped out my family?
Captured By A Sinner
Mafia / Organized Crime / Suspense Romance
STANDALONE in The Sinners Series
Book 5
Authors Note:
To do Viktor & Rosalie’s story justice, it has been written in two parts that takes place over several years, so you get their past and present.
This book contains subject matter that may be sensitive for some readers.
Although it’s not a dark romance, it does have triggers.
There is triggering content related to:
Loss of Family.
Abduction.
Graphic abuse – Verbal, emotional, and physical.
Threat of rape.
Sexual assault.
Role-play of sexual violence.
Extreme graphic violence & death.
18+ only.
Please read responsibly.
Priesthood:
A gathering of Mafia dons that was in effect a convocation of the nation's priesthood of organized crime
“Only a villain will do what’s necessary to save you. He’ll burn down the world if he has to.”
~ Rosalie
Family Tree
Viktor Vetrov
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Family Business: Bratva
Father: Demitri Vetrov
Mother: Ariana Vetrov
Godfather: Alexei Koslov
Uncle: Damien Vetrov
Best Friends: Luca Cotroni & Mariya Koslov
Rosalie Manno
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Family: (Deceased)
Chapter 1
Rosalie
Viktor; 25. Rosalie; 17.
I’m exhausted after all the studying. Thank God it’s done, and the only thing left is graduation day.
Dressed in my tight shorts and tank top, I always wear when I plan on taking a nap, I flop down onto my bed and put in my earbuds. I listen to my favorite playlist on repeat while lying on my stomach and looking at the list I made.
A smile plays around my lips. Bali. Portugal. Greece. Italy. Or maybe I should visit Finland, Norway, and Iceland. Then there’s also Japan, Scotland, and Ireland.
Damn, it’s hard to choose.
I’m taking a year off before deciding what to do with the rest of my life, and I plan on traveling to some of my dream destinations. The thought is both exhilarating and scary. I’m finally free from school to do anything I want, but I have no idea what that ‘anything’ entails.
My family is wealthy, so there’s no need for me to work. I could lead the life of a socialite, or I could do some charity work, or I could study further. Ugh. Scratch the last one. I don’t want to think about anything school related for a long while.
With the music blasting in my ears, my thoughts drift off to sandy beaches, all-night parties, and sleeping late.
The Mediterranean sea. Castles. Waterfalls.
It’s going to be ama–
An earbud is plucked from my ear, instantly making me frown. “What the hell?” I glance over my shoulder, and it’s as if my ability to comprehend anything up and vanishes into thin air.
I stare at the man.
The sound of gunfire registers.
Oh, God. There’s a strange man in my bedroom.
In a split second, I take in everything about him.
His dark brown hair. His black as night eyes. The strong jaw that looks like it’s been carved from stone.
He’s tall. Like freaking tall. His body is muscled. Not in a bulky way, but firm with the promise of a six-pack beneath the black long-sleeve that clings to his chest like a second skin.
He’s absurdly hot, giving off a bad boy vibe that would make most of the girls at school drop their panties in a heartbeat.
But there’s nothing hot or dreamy about this situation.
Alarm shudders through me, and right before my senses flood back with panic chasing their heels, it sinks in – his eyes are filled with brutality. His stance is ready for action. He’s holding a gun in his right hand.
Holy. Freaking. Shit.
Too slow, fear trickles into my veins, then, with a hell of a rush, panic hits me so hard, I fall off the bed.
My breaths instantly explode from my lips as I scramble to my feet. My heart pounds violently against my ribcage as if to spur me on to move faster.
I dart in the direction of the door but don’t make it as a strong arm wraps around my middle, and I’m swept into the air. My back slams against his solid chest, and feeling the strength in his body, which easily holds mine imprisoned, rips a terrified scream from me.
Hot air hits my ear, sending shivers racing over every inch of my exposed skin. “Do as I say and you’ll get out of this alive.”
W-w-what?
My lips part as my lungs greedily suck in a harsh breath while my eyes widen.
Survival mode courses through my veins, the random popping of gunfire sounding distant, the heat from his body too much to bear. It feels like he might set me on fire.
I yank against his hold, but it only has his arm tightening around my middle until it’s painful. Like a person possessed by a demon, I struggle to free myself. My body squirms and wrenches. My nails rip at his sleeve and hand.
My breaths are nothing more than burning gasps, my heart fluttering viciously in my chest.