Kidnapped Revenge Bride of the Bratva
A Bratva gangster stole me for revenge. Now I’m carrying his heir.
After a night from hell, I tried to fight my father’s sins in the arms of a much older stranger.
When he found out he got me pregnant, he forced me to marry him.
He’s part of the ruthless organization I vowed to destroy as my enemy’s daughter.
Now I have to watch his cruelty from up close.
He says he owns my soul, tears, and body.
He says it’s useless to fight because I’m his alone.
His kiss is a red hot bruise. His body is an ice cold machine.
When he touches my curves, he makes me forget he’s a beast.
He crushes my heart, he breaks my will.
I hate how my body responds eagerly to his touch.
But at the end of the night, I hate how he caresses my growing belly and heals what he’s broken.
Will my Bratva beast expose all of me?
In Chicago the rule of the Tarasov Bratva is the law. These men are as disciplined with their chiselled appearance as they are with the code of honor, revenge, and bloodshed they lie by. They take what they want, and if that is you, be prepared to be claimed, protected, satisfied, and hunted for the rest of your life… will you go willingly?
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