The Russian Bratva's Pregnant Bride (Markov Bratva #4)

ROISIN
One stranger at the airport. One forced marriage. One Bratva baby growing inside of me.
My father is the head of the Boston Irish — and he raised me to be useful, not loved.
When he promised me to a man twice my age to settle a blood debt, I sewed four years of his secrets into my coat and ran to the airport.

The man in the next seat said his name was Sasha.

I didn't know he is a Markov. My father's worst enemy.

I didn't know he'd marry me on a clerk's counter to put his name on me before my father could take me back.

Now I'm carrying his baby and his name.

And I’m ashamed to say that I crave more of him.

SASHA
I was sent to watch her family. I came back with her.

The order was observe, do not intervene. Then a frightened girl walked into the airport at two in the morning, and I broke every rule in a span of ninety I kidnapped her, I married her, and I locked her into my house.

She calls me her captor. She's right.

But she's pregnant with my child, and I want the world to know

She’s mine. I will never let her go.

Bratva gangsters always get what they want. And I want her forever.