He kidnapped me from my yoga class and knocked me up. I didn’t know the Bratva existed until he randomly took me hostage.

He’s much older than me, but the adrenaline rush forces me into his bed. And when he finds out I’m pregnant, he says we’re getting married pronto.

I try to run, but he locks me into his yacht and binds me up. He says he knows this is what I want, that it’s for my own good.

I tell him that I want to get out. And it almost sounds like I mean it.

But my body burns for him so badly that it betrays me again and again. My hormones are going haywire for his possessive hands.

My sore thighs remind me of the way only he can take care of me. He claims my pregnant belly and my shivering soul as his.

But when my family comes to capture me back, will he discard me like a toy?Or will he show the world that he alone owns me?The Russian Bratva of Miami has three rules: solve problems with violence, paint the streets with blood, and break hearts at will. They’re not nice, they’re not gentle, and they don’t compromise.

But behind closed doors, they’ll show you what ruthless love really means. .