Anton Malikov's enemies know I am pregnant with his child, and that knowledge has cracked the control on which the Bratva enforcer built his empire.
I fell for a killer I was never meant to love, and the man who never begged is breaking his own laws to keep anyone else from touching me.
His protection has a price: I live under armed guard among ruthless men who now treat me as family, bound to a husband who worships me and terrifies me at once.
I should run, yet I am learning to shoot, curse in Russian, and meet killers bluff for bluff before breakfast is over.
The danger does not end when the bullets stop, because Anton must still choose between remaining the Pakhan's loyal enforcer and burning the Bratva down for what is his.
If they come for us, they will find a woman who refuses to be ruined.
