Filthy Bratva

Savva is a filthy bratva beast, as cruel as he is charming and as brutal as he is gorgeous. When I took over my late father's biker bar, I also took over the payments he was making to Savva, the leader of a powerful mafia family operating on the edge of Las Vegas. But Savva couldn't be satisfied with money alone. He wanted more. He spilled into my life like a dark, inescapable shadow, stealing my dignity and drowning me in his sin. But his twisted promises and dark desires aren't enough to convince me to fall for him. Neither are his whiskey kisses and his iron abs.

I signed my life away to a filthy bratva boss, a beast I can never hope to tame, a man who wants to control every inch of my body and soul. What choice did I have? I was cast out of my family and traded to a mafia boss I barely even knew. Now, he's my possessive husband.

I was a rising star, a talented ballerina dead set on etching her name into dance history. When a career-ending injury forced me to hang up my ballet slippers and put on my pink stiletto heels, I found myself trading my hard-earned talent for easy cash on the neon-lit fringes of society. That's where I met Zann, the paradoxical embodiment of my deepest dreams and most terrifying nightmares. A bitter beast wrapped in sticky-sweet promises and just about as filthy as a man can be. Soon, the line between watching and wanting was blurred, and his obsession pulled me under.

When I came knocking on death's door,
the devil answered instead. And he was the most gorgeous man I'd ever met. His name was Viktor, and he promised to be my protector. But his protection came at the most perilous price…
 My body, my heart, and every inch of my freedom. But he couldn't take without leaving something behind, Something that would tie our souls together forever. I'm pregnant. And Viktor is the father.