I was in the wrong place at the wrong time.
And I witnessed something I was never meant to see.
A scream.
A gunshot.
A man with blood on his hands who doesn’t pretend to be a hero.
Samuil Volkov runs the Bratva with violence and precision.
Men fear him. Enemies disappear.
When he pulls me out of that alley, I become a liability.
I saw too much.
And the men he crossed want me gone.
One night changes everything.
One reckless mistake binds us together.
Now I’m carrying his child.
His enemies are closing in.
