Idézet:He's much older than me and forbidden territory. But now I'm carrying his baby.
I hated him from the get-go. His Bratva-style possessiveness enraged me.
It didn't matter. We were both promised to someone else anyway.
Until he took my innocence and put his seed in my belly.

He thinks he owns everything in sight, including me.
But my Italian curves can't be bought, especially by a powerful Bratva.
I will ignore the overwhelming heat his steady gaze is causing.
And I refuse to be distracted by those long, teasing fingers.

But the harder I try to resist him, the louder my body speaks.
It's dangerous to give in to him. Our families forbid it.
If I give in, we will cause an all-out mafia war.
If I give in, he will make me his regardless of the consequences.

If I give in, could we be a little family?

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.

Idézet:A kódrészlet megtekintéséhez be kell jelentkezned, vagy nincs jogosultságod a tartalom megtekintéséhez.

Idézet:A kódrészlet megtekintéséhez be kell jelentkezned, vagy nincs jogosultságod a tartalom megtekintéséhez.