Kat Steele

One night. That's all it took. A stolen kiss that turned into a deal with the devil himself. Daniil Zorin—cold-eyed heir to the Chicago Bratva. Ruthless. Merciless. The kind of man who takes what he wants… and what he wanted was me.

Lying to the Bratva king was stupid. Letting him touch me was fatal. I snuck into Miami's most elite mafia gala pretending to be a Russian heiress. My mission? Expose the Bratva king who's buying up the city in blood and blackmail. But Renat Rostov doesn't just see the truth—he owns it.

Serving cocktails with morning sickness is bad enough. Stumbling into a mob hit? Nightmare. Running is my only choice. Although I never expected to run into him. Alek. The hook-up I can't forget.

I thought the monster in my nightmares was just that—a nightmare. Until I woke up in his dungeon. I expected to wake up tangled in my husband's arms. His wicked hands dragging me back into bliss. Instead, I'm barefoot on a freezing cot and I'm dressed like a trauma surgeon who lost her shoes...

One lie ruined everything. One night with a Bratva king sealed my fate. Now I'm carrying his baby...and I'm the target of a bloody war. I had my life mapped out—Graduate school. Teach physics. Live quietly. No mafia. No danger. No drama. But everything changed the moment I found a birth...

I pretended to be pregnant to save my sister. Now, I actually am—with the Bratva king's baby. It started as a stupid, desperate plan. Fake the baby bump. Claim my sister's secret love child as mine. Lie to everyone, including the most dangerous man in Vegas. Then my sister disappeared. Her...

It all started with a fake baby bump. Then, I really got knocked up. Now, I've been stolen by Russian Special Forces. This wasn't supposed to happen. I had my escape planned. One last time letting him tie me up, strip me down, and own me completely. Then? I was betrayed—by my own damn hormonal...

I was free for exactly five days. I found my chance and I ran. Crossed oceans. Changed names. Then Ruslan Dragunov found me. I thought he'd kill me. Instead, he forced a ring onto my finger and a contract onto my soul. He's as unpredictable as hell. His wife. His prisoner. His weapon. And now...

He's her captor, her protector... and the father of her child.

What's worse than having a drink dumped all over me on my birthday? Sucker punching the guy that did it… And then finding out he's a dangerous Bratva boss.

My dream? Escape this hellhole and become a songwriter in L.A. My reality? My scumbag father emptied my bank account and bet me in a poker game. Not just to anyone—but to Radomir Molchanov. The King of Vegas.

"I told you, Bella, you're not going anywhere... You're mine now, little spitfire."