Surrogate for the Bratva

I made a deal with the devil before I knew his name.

Desperate to save my dying brother, I agreed to become a surrogate—

anonymous, clinical, safe money to pay the bills.

But safety ended the day I met him.

Frustrated with my life, I went to shoot targets on the grounds of what I thought was an abandoned mansion.

He stepped out like vengeance in a suit, all cold fury and lethal grace.

We fought. We kissed. I fled before I could drown in those dangerous eyes.

I thought that was the end.

I was so goddamn wrong.

Turns out – he’s the anonymous father.

Igor Romanov—Bratva boss, king of an empire built on blood.

The baby I’m carrying? His heir, someone’s already tried to kill.

The woman meant to raise his child is dead.

Now his enemies are closing in—

and Igor’s locked me inside his fortress, claiming I’m his to protect.

But protection has a price: secrets, surrender, and a passion that burns hotter than gunfire.

He swears I’m safe with him, that he’ll destroy anyone who touches me or our unborn son.

But in the Bratva, the real danger isn’t the bullets or the lies.

It’s falling for the brutal, beautiful monster who owns you—body, belly, and soul.