Debase (Elite Bratva Brotherhood #1) by Rachel Van Dyken

With blood on my hands, I held her.
With death in my soul, I took from her.
With the devil in my heart, I coveted her.
There’re many definitions of Hell. 44309093._SY475_
My list was exhaustive, my definitions tragic.
Tonight I was adding something new to the very top.
Girl number six thirty-two.

She arrived on my birthday, the same day, every year, I play Russian Roullete and pull the trigger.
She was my omen.
My end game.
She made it personal.
And for the first time in my life, I gave in.
A virgin mob boss with no soul.

My name is Andrei Petrov.
They call me the devil.
All I want is for the pain to end.
All she wants is for me to share it.
I am the last remaining heir to a dynasty that should burn in Hell.
And my last wish remains for it to die with me.

MY REVIEW

All the stars!

de•base
v e r b:
To reduce (something) 
in quality or value; degrade. 
To lower the moral character of someone. 
i.e. I am war. I am Andrei Petrov.
I am impure; Debased.

Sergio and Chase will always be my babes, but Andrei has my heart. This man who knows no love, has nobody to live for, has stolen my heart and soul.

Going into this book, I prepared myself. We know Andrei Petrov from the previous books, and we know he’s one of the cruelest men alive in the Russian mafia. Only twenty-two years old and he has seen the worse there is to see. So I was prepared for all the hate and bad in the world. What I was not prepared for, was to absolutely, wholly fall for this broken man.

Skin made me flinch.
It was too personal.
Too warm.
Too soft, delicate.
I did better with death.

Alice De Lange, or as Andrei insists on calling her, six thirty-two, tortured by the two people who are meant to protect her, her father and brother. Now she’s been brought to Andrei’s club, from one hell into another. But she’s different from the other girls, while they cry and scream, she sits in her room in peace, lays on her bed, and relax. As if she’s not in hell itself. But she’s a De Lange; she comes from the family that is being executed, how will she stay safe when she’s right under the nose of the mafia?

Three days of watching her lay across her bed, arms spread out like she was on a damn vacation in the Caribbean. A small smile on her face as she fell asleep like she was finally at peace.
Like I, Andrei Petrov, seller of women.
Had saved her.

Now that I finally decided to pick up this book, I’m finally whole. When Andrei was first introduced in the EE series, he intrigued me. Such a coldhearted young man, who would ever love someone who treats woman the way we were shown he did. But this book shows the real Andrei.
Is he cruel? Yes.
Does he transport and sell women? Yes. But there’s a real gut wrenching story behind that and to get to know the real Andrei, you NEED to pick up this book.

“You can kiss me now.”
“I wasn’t waiting for permission,” I growled.
“Then what were you waiting for?”
“My heart stopped beating; I was waiting for it to catch up.

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