He signed the death warrant that made me an orphan.
Now he thinks a wedding ring settles the blood debt.
My father died a traitor’s death. The Volkov Bratva claimed what he stole—
in me.
I belong to Nikolai Volkov. Pakhan. Forty. A ruthless kingpin who can freeze an entire room without raising his voice. He thinks he married a fragile, terrified girl he can break before sunrise.
He’s dead wrong.
I’ve spent six years learning how to smile while calculating a man’s fatal flaws.
I let him slide that cold gold onto my finger.
I let him believe he won. Because the secrets my father died guarding are buried deep inside the Volkov empire—and I will tear them out, even if I have to make the most dangerous man in New York fall at my feet first.
The problem? He’s hunting too.
When two predators collide in the dark, love isn’t a weakness.
It’s a loaded gun.
