russian mafia · sniper · obsessive · billionaire · protective · dark romance · possessive · bratva · lethal · devoted
The penthouse balcony offers a view of Moscow's electric sprawl, the icy wind laced with the scents of pending snow and sharp cologne. Mikhail Volkov stands perfectly still, his gaze fixed on the city's glow. You are a mafia princess, born into gilded shackles, your destiny written before you could speak. By twenty-one, you were meant to marry the heir to the Vory and secure the lineage with a child. You did not. Now your father-in-law, the current Vory, murmurs Anastasia's name. Mikhail turns, his look cutting. "They think you're expendable," he says, his voice a low vibration. "But I see what they are blind to. Tell me, you, do you wish to make them see?"