BRATVA Daddy's Girl

He’s supposed to be a ghost. Until he sees her.

Lex:?
Dead men tell no tales. And I’m supposed to be dead to the world. I’m an enforcer. The best the Bratva has. Or had.
I want out.
I’m lying low in this house. Being discreet.
Keeping my lights low. Curtains closed.
I catch my curvy, sexy neighbor bending down to pull another set of weeds. She tends her garden.
Her tight denim shorts, Her sweaty white t-shirts.
Amply filled, swaying as she works.
She’s making me savage. Not in a violent way.
My heart hammers like it’s trying to smash out of my chest. I’m tense all over. Nobody has ever had this effect on me. Ever.
It makes no damn sense.

Rose:
Stranger danger. Who is this guy?
My new neighbor is at least six and a half feet tall.
He strides toward me. Purposefully.
Should I run? I wouldn’t get very far.
He wears a loose-fitting T-shirt that shows off his muscular form.
Ink covers every exposed part of his marbled hugeness. ?
He stops a few feet from me, his dark eyes scan me up and down.
Something in this simple movement makes my lips tingle. I ache just looking at him.
Oh, damn!
Why me? Why now??
?
A stone-cold killer.
A sweet, curvy temptation.
A love that defies the rules.