Aleksei: Enemies to Lovers Russian Mafia Romance (Marinov Bratva Book 2)

Just runs his hand over the book again, like it might vanish if he stops touching it. In the way he holds the book close to his chest—not like a child with a toy, but like someone who’s finally found something meant for him. This passion, this intensity, is nothing more than skin and flesh. He actually thinks he can talk about Aleksei, about Emilia, about his family, as if they’re nothing?