Impregnated by the Bratva (Morozov Bratva #19)

I accidentally slept with a much older Bratva guy who tortures for a living…
I met him at the library of my university. I’m normally a good girl, but he turned me bad.
He made me lose control for one reckless night. I sneaked out the next day.
But when I’m the eyewitness to a shootout, he’s the one who comes to interrogate me…

I had no idea that the underworld existed.
I had no idea that guys like him torture people in their basements.
When I try to run from him, he blocks my path and drags me back.
He brings me to his place and intends on keeping me there for as long as he wants.

I tell myself I’m not into possessive cavemen, but my body betrays me around him.
He growls in my ear to behave, then rests his large hand on my thigh.
He publicly stakes his claim on me but humiliates me when I soften for him.
I know he’s just playing me, that he’ll throw me away once he gets what he needs from me.

Can my Bratva torturer be the daddy our unborn baby needs?

The Russian Bratva of Miami has three 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.