The Bratva took me as payment and forced me into marriage.
I didn’t know my brothers worked for the Bratva.
I didn’t know they had a debt with him.
Until he drags me to a priest and cuffs me to his car. Because I’m his payment.
He keeps telling me to stop acting like I’m innocent.
But I really didn’t know this dark world existed.
The room he gives me is a prison.
The marriage he forces me into is legal.
He fights off whoever dares to take me away from him.
My warm body is cuffed to his bed and at his disposal.
He tells me he can’t release me, that all of me is his.
He comforts me until I’m no longer shivering, until I’m desperate for his touch.
How much longer until I give myself to the Bratva?
The Zolotov Bratva control Philadelphia. They are cruel, relentless, and resolve conflicts solely through bloodshed. But when you’re the woman they want, you’ll discover the meaning of tough, addictive love that only their frosted Russian heart can give you…