There is nothing trustworthy about this woman, but I still want her.
I’m Nikandr Morozov, Sovietnik of the Morozov Bratva. Caroline comes from a family of traitors. She has nothing to recommend her but the fierce friendship of the Morozov women.
She’s brash, defiant, and infuriatingly beautiful. However, when we’re taken by a greedy arms dealer in Moscow, I instantly claim that she’s mine. How can I want her? But I’m keeping her.
Whether she agrees, or not. In fact, I prefer that she doesn’t. I’ll enjoy the fight.
Caroline: It’s hard enough to start over in New York City with the specter of my brothers’ betrayal hanging over my head.
Nikandr Morozov seems determined to prove I’m unworthy of association with the Morozov Bratva. He’s arrogant, condescending, and he thinks he’s going to take over my life because he’s “protecting” me?
Oh, that is not going to happen.
