Viktor: A Bratva Wolves Novella
I find myself walking into Kon’s club, Fang, and suck in a breath when I see my brothers as I remember them.
Kai and Kon are covered in tattoos, they’ve bulked up incredibly and are laughing like they used to. I watch the door as 20-year-old Viktor walks in with a stack of envelopes.
“We’ve been granted the spaces - the strip will be under complete Volkov control,” he says as he hands the papers over to Kai, who grins.
“It’s about fucking time,” he says, opening the envelopes and looking up at me. “Good job, Viktor. You know one of these will be yours, right?”
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