Bratva Daddy

I should be terrified of the bratva Pakhan who kidnapped me. So why do I feel safer in his penthouse than I ever did in my father’s home?

I’ve spent twenty-three years disappearing in plain sight, playing the perfect politician’s daughter while my father parades his corruption right in front of me.

Then Alexei Volkov takes me.

The bratva Pakhan says I’m collateral for my father’s betrayal. That I belong to him now until debts are paid. He locks me in his penthouse with rules to follow and consequences when I break them. Severe consequences.

My father won’t pay a penny to get me back.

But Alexei sees me. Really sees me. And when he calls me a brat who needs discipline . . . when he promises to give me the structure I’ve been craving . . .

I accidentally call him Daddy.

And now this dangerous man wants to be exactly that—my Daddy. The one who’ll enforce rules, deliver punishments, and take complete control.

And God help me, I want him to.