Sold to the Bratva Boss

She sold two weeks. He took forever.

I wasn’t selling myself. I was buying my grandmother more time. I know exactly what kind of men bid on women like me. I walked into that auction with my eyes open, my chin up, and a plan — trade one night of my body for enough money to keep the only person I love alive a little longer.

I didn’t plan for him.

Rafail Ismailov shuts down the auction like he owns the room. Because he does. He owns the club, the city, and apparently the air I’m breathing — and when every other woman runs for the door, he points at me and says two words that change everything.

You stay.

He’s forty-two years old, built an empire on cold calculation and controlled violence, and hasn’t felt a thing in longer than I’ve been alive. Then he saw my photograph and got on a plane.

For me.

I don’t belong to him. I didn’t sign up for this. But the Bratva boss has claimed me with the same certainty he claims everything — absolutely, completely, and without apology — and now I have two choices.

Fight a man who controls half of Boston’s underworld, or survive him.

I’m choosing survival.

I just didn’t expect to want more than that.

Sold to the Bratva Boss is a dark mafia romance featuring a possessive, obsessive alpha hero, a fierce heroine who refuses to break, and a love story that begins with a transaction and ends somewhere neither of us expected.

Reader advisory: This book contains dark themes, explicit content, and a morally gray hero who does not play by the rules.