My father didn’t just lose a game of poker. He lost me.
Now I belong to Konstantin Morozov — a towering, tattoo-covered Bratva boss with deep blue eyes and a voice that commands obedience.
First order of business: rebuild my family’s crumbling shipping empire under his rule. He says it’s nothing personal. But the way he watches me says otherwise. This isn’t strategy. It’s possession.
It’s revenge. If I want to earn my freedom, I have to get close to the man who ruined my life.
Close enough to feel his breath at my throat. Close enough to forget I’m supposed to hate him.
Because if I’m not careful, he won’t just own my future. He’ll make me beg for it.
