I was seconds from becoming another man’s wife. Then the cathedral doors exploded. The most feared Pakhan in New York walked through the smoke. He wasn’t there for me. He came to collect a debt.
Then he looked at me. Everything changed. He shot my fiancé. Picked me up like I already belonged to him. Walked out while my father declared war. Now I’m trapped inside his fortress.
The monster who stole me says I’m only leverage. So why does he watch me like he’ll kill anyone who breathes too close? Why does he sleep outside my bedroom door?
Why does the devil everyone fears become the only place I feel safe? Then the man everyone watched die comes back. And he wants me back. Too bad. The Pakhan never returns what he steals.
