Evelina Nikolaev was the last heir to the Nikolaev Bratva.
Despite being the pakhan’s only daughter, she had not lived a spoiled life. And perhaps because of that, in the wake of a double loss and world-shaking revelation, she had decided it was time to bring their clan into the modern age.
For ten years, Otto Voronin had done his duty and protected the pakhan’s daughter. It was his job. She was his job.
Until she became his world. His obsession.
As she fought to change the minds of chauvinistic men who’d long sneered at her half-blooded heritage, Otto remained steadfast at her side.
Evelina knew her goal would be hard-won, and she was perfectly willing to step on a few backs. Particularly if one of them was her slimeball cousin’s.
What she did not need was the weight of her mother’s final plea to make contact with a family Evelina never knew existed. All Evelina even had to go on was a name—De Salvo.