I just wanted money. For medicine. For my brother’s life. I never meant to steal from the Bratva. But the Radich gave me bets to place. Numbers. Envelopes. Rules I couldn’t question.
Then Misha Vetrov noticed me. Cold eyes. Tattooed hands. The track’s new king of sin. He pressed me against his world of fire. And I gave in. One kiss. One night. One reckless surrender.
Now I’m carrying his baby. And he doesn’t know. The Radich want me silenced. The Vetrov want answers. And Misha? He wants me under him, under oath, under lock and key.
But how do I keep his secret safe— When he’s the kind of man Who always finds the truth?
