Secret Baby of the Bratva

He kidnapped me, claimed my virginity, and now I’m carrying a secret child with Bratva Blood.

He’s twice my age, built like a weapon, and his voice is as cold as the gun he carries.

I was just a gallery assistant with too much curiosity and not enough caution.

Now I’m a prisoner in his estate—no bars, no cell—just the quiet threat of his gaze.

I walked into the wrong room and found him with blood on his hands and death in his eyes.

Instead of killing me, he claimed me.

He pulled me into a world where loyalty is currency and defiance is punished.

He says the only way to keep me breathing… is to keep me as his.

I swore I’d never bow to a man like him.

But he doesn’t ask for obedience—he takes it, piece by piece.

His touch is ruthless, his kisses a battlefield, and his control absolute.

And one reckless night in his bed left me with more than just memories… it left me with his heir.

I escaped with his child in my belly, what will that ruthless man do once he finds out the truth?

The Sharov Bratva rule New York with an iron fist. These mobsters ooze sex appeal and danger, claiming what they want, when they want it. If that happens to be you… prepare yourself to be claimed, pleasured and captivated by alpha males that don’t take no for an answer.