I watched the Pakhan’s heir murder my father… Then I fell into his bed. Razvan Volkov. Future Pakhan. My ruthless captor. The one man I swore I’d kill.
He dragged me back to his compound… Demanding the secret my father died protecting. Three days as his captive should have ended with my execution. Instead… I left carrying his child.
Five years later, I returned with nowhere left to run. “My son has been kidnapped.” Razvan’s gaze locked on the little boy’s photograph. Then his voice dropped to a whisper.
“Why does he have my eyes?”
