She ran for her life. She didn’t expect to find a man who would claim it.
Rachel was just trying to escape. A birthday gone wrong. A rideshare mistake. A nightmare unfolding in the back of a stranger’s car. She ran into the woods thinking she’d found safety.
Instead, she ran straight into him.
Nikolai Vasiliev doesn’t do mercy. He guards the Bratva estate with a hunter’s patience and a predator’s instincts. And the moment he sees her, bleeding, breathless, defiant, he knows.
She’s his.
What begins as a chase becomes something far more dangerous. Rachel is no longer running from an attacker. She’s running from the part of herself that craves the darkness in this strangers eyes. The possessiveness in his voice. The way he says, “If I catch you… you’re mine.”
