Cruel Russian Pakhan (Safin Bratva #1)

I take her off the street. Then I marry her. Because she’s MINE.
I arranged to marry her for an alliance. But she disappeared.
I’m the Pakhan and much older than her. I always get what I want. So I hunt her down.
She says she’s innocent, that I have the wrong person. That she’s not my arranged bride.
But she doesn’t realize that as soon as I laid eyes on her, she’s the only one I want.

I don’t do feelings. My heart is made of ice.
But when she trembles, I take her into my cold arms.
I will torture anyone who hurts her.
I will kill anyone who puts her in danger.
She’s mine to hold, mine to protect. Mine to own, and mine to teach.

I possess her shaking body and the fire in her eyes.
I possess her pregnant belly and her desperate curves.
I possess all of her secrets and her vulnerabilities.

The Bratva Pakhan always gets what he wants.
And I want her.
She’s MINE.

The Safin Bratva are the merciless keepers of the city. But underneath the blatant violence and the blood-soaked shirt is a ruthless man who will bring down the heavens for the woman who owns his heart.