My brother stole two million dollars from the Bratva and disappeared.
Now Dominik Morozov, the Bratva’s cold, lethal underboss, has taken me as collateral. I’m his hostage until my brother returns the money.
Dominik swore no one would hurt me. Not his men. Not even his own brother, the Pakhan.
I was stupid enough to believe him. Because with every day my brother stays hidden, the Pakhan’s patience thins and the danger closes in.
I should hate Dominik for threatening my only family, taking my freedom, and locking me inside his penthouse under armed guard. But I don’t.
I crave the heat in his stare. The possessive way his hand lingers at my throat. The promise of ruin in his kiss.
As the Pakhan grows impatient, Dominik is torn between loyalty to blood and his obsession with me. Time is running out for me and for my brother. Because I’m no longer just Dominik’s hostage.
I’m his weakness. And in Dominik Morozov’s world, loving someone can be a death sentence.
