Las Vegas was supposed to be a place to disappear, which meant never meeting the gaze of a Bratva boss.
Then a gunfight erupted, she witnessed a murder she was never meant to see, and Dmitri Golovin killed the shooter before dragging her to his penthouse as his captive.
Six feet of lethal danger in a leather jacket, he forced his ring onto her finger in an arranged marriage, gambling that a Bratva wife would be untouchable.
He locks her in his bed, certain she is a curvy, quiet innocent who will melt for his filthy mouth and gray eyes, yet her body betrays her even as she refuses to stay silent.
Rivals still want her dead and a traitor is trying to tear them apart, but her possessive new husband will burn Vegas down rather than let anyone take her from him.
