She sold two weeks. He took forever.
I wasn’t selling myself. I was buying my grandmother more time. I know exactly what kind of men bid on women like me.
I walked into that auction with my eyes open, my chin up, and a plan — trade one night of my body for enough money to keep the only person I love alive a little longer. I didn’t plan for him.
Rafail Ismailov shuts down the auction like he owns the room. Because he does.
He owns the club, the city, and apparently the air I’m breathing — and when every other woman runs for the door, he points at me and says two words that change everything. You stay.
He’s forty-two years old, built an empire on cold calculation and controlled violence, and hasn’t felt a thing in longer than I’ve been alive. Then he saw my photograph and got on a plane. For me.
I don’t belong to him. I didn’t sign up for this.
But the Bratva boss has claimed me with the same certainty he claims everything — absolutely, completely, and without apology — and now I have two choices.
Fight a man who controls half of Boston’s underworld, or survive him. I’m choosing survival. I just didn’t expect to want more than that.
Sold to the Bratva Boss is a dark mafia romance featuring a possessive, obsessive alpha hero, a fierce heroine who refuses to break, and a love story that begins with a transaction and ends somewhere neither of us expected.
Reader advisory: This book contains dark themes, explicit content, and a morally gray hero who does not play by the rules.
