An invisible nurse in a cheap walk-up, I stitched a bleeding stranger’s bullet wound even after he held a gun to my head.
Kazimir caught me in the dark whispering his name, and one reckless night was all we had before I woke to empty sheets.
Six weeks later, two pink lines confirmed I was carrying his child.
The man I took for a phantom is the ruthless Bratva heir set to rule the Russian mafia.
When a rival syndicate finds my address and gunfire tears through the corridor, he pulls me to his chest and tells me I am his wife now.
