One drunken night in a VIP room, she mistook a terrifying stranger for a male escort, ordered him to undress, left a tip, and fled.
On Monday she walked into the boardroom and froze: Artem Sokolov, her new billionaire CEO, was New York's most vicious Bratva king.
For twenty-six years the curvy office doormat had been walked over, until he trapped her in the company bathroom and turned her own filthy, drunken words into a dangerous claim.
He will not fire her; he will keep her, shielding her with violence even as his silence wrecks a heart already damaged.
Convinced she is only a temporary plaything, she does the only thing she can and disappears with his heir.
Escape is only the opening move, because a man like him does not send a search party—he hunts.
