The Pakhan's Stolen Bride: A Dark Mafia Forced-Marriage Romance: 1

I read every contract before I sign. Then someone poisoned a Pakhan. And my father gave me away in a wedding dress. Lev Morozov is six-foot-something of gray-eyed Bratva silence. Thirty-four. Pakhan of three boroughs. Watched his father die at the dinner table. The city says my family did it. >He marries me in a snowstorm. Hands me a name and a locked door. >"You sleep in the east bedroom. You don't ask questions you can't unhear. You stay alive." I agree to every word. Then I read the autopsy. It wasn't my father's poison. It wasn't his method. >Lev catches me in his study at three in the morning with his late father's file in my lap. >He sits down across from me. He pours two glasses. He says one word: "Counselor." He told me this was a paper marriage. >Someone in this fortress killed his father. >And I have to choose: Sign my name out of existence to survive. Or rewrite the contract - and bring his whole empire down with us. Reader's Note: Inside The Bratva Vow you'll find a six-foot-four ice-cold Pakhan who has not slept on both sides of a bed since his father bled out in front of him - and breaks for the enemy's daughter in a wedding dress.