Bastard Brothers of Carnage

Kidnapped by four dangerous brothers who refuse to let her go—an explosive enemies-to-lovers dark romance that's not for the faint of heart. I graduated college at the top of my class with everything I ever wanted or needed—a loving twin sister and a budding career saving women and children. Now I'm trapped in a world I don't understand. My fury is my weapon, and I'm relentless in making these monsters suffer like they've made us suffer. Then he arrives. A man who shouldn't be my savior. A man who wears the same mask as my captors. He gives me a choice no woman should ever have to make.

Life had always been about right and wrong. No gray area. No exceptions. But my time with the bastard sons of the Institution were slowly changing my mind–forcing me to see that sometimes the only options available to someone were bad and worse. Their justice was different than mine and I struggled with it. Except now, they were gone. Every day I’d fought to leave them, to go home. But… I wanted them back. What did that say about me?

How dirty am I willing to get? Accepting the brothers for who they are is one thing. Understanding that they might always commit terrible crimes, is another. That was as far as I ever expected to be pushed into their world. But I’m facing an impossible choice when someone else’s life is on the line… Stain my soul or hold fast to my white-gloved morals? Could I actually let go of who I was? Do I want to? Hero or the villain–Is there even a difference? As the four most infuriatingly possessive men circle me, I’m starting to believe there are no choices. Not really.

This dark, corrupt world threatens to drown me. While the Institution is fracturing, I am certain of only one thing—the brothers. They're mine and I'm theirs. We're going to survive no matter the cost. I won't let it be any other way. I can't… I've learned that it's adapt or die, and I'm embracing it. For them. For me.

Our lives hang in the balance. Just when everything seemed to come together, our lives were damn near torn apart. It doesn’t stop there. We’re dealt blow after blow, and we’re struggling to hold onto each other. But I won’t let anything tear us apart. I won’t. Not Valentina. Not me. And certainly not the brothers. We’re going to survive this one way or another. There are no lines I won’t cross, no one who is safe from my wrath. They’ve taken too much from me and they’ll take no more. I don’t recognize myself anymore, but I’ve never felt more confident in who I am.