He calls me his captive. But I’m the one holding all the secrets!
I never thought I’d surrender myself to the Russian mob.
One private dance turned into his hands all over my skin.
I can still taste the vodka on his tongue when he claimed me,
his voice rough with desire and something far more dangerous.
Now I’m trapped in his mansion, drowning in silk and sin.
Maxim Ivanov. Bratva heir. Bratva executioner.
Older. Colder. Far too powerful for a girl like me—
and yet his touch brands me like fire.
His men call him the Butcher behind closed doors.
His grandmother looks at me like I’m a stain on the marble.
But when he ties me up and makes me beg,
I forget shame. I forget fear. I remember only him.
Enemies close in, circling like wolves.
Blood paints the walls. Secrets rot beneath the surface.
I should run. I should hide.
But I crave his punishment. His power. His protection.
And now, I’m hiding the biggest secret that could destroy us both.
I’m already carrying his child.
And he doesn’t know.
And, once he finds out…
Will he protect me?
Or destroy me all over again?
Author’s Note: The Bratva’s Captive is a steamy dark mafia romance with: Possessive Bratva heir. Working-class heroine. Power games. Forced proximity. Surprise pregnancy. Enemies-to-lovers.
Book One in The Ivanov Syndicate—a standalone couple with an HEA.
