Bratva Kings

I wake up chained to the bed of a stranger. He says I’m his wife. I have nothing—no money. No friends. No escape. He’s everything I never imagined: ruthless, calculating, feared. A beautiful monster with a face like a god’s, cold and untouchable. A mafia kingpin whose wealth could buy empires and whose power makes the world tremble. My captor. My husband.

Be careful what you wish for… I don’t just dream about possessive anti-heroes, I crave them. The dark, dangerous ones dripping with Bratva energy, the ones who claim you with a single look and make the world kneel just to keep you safe.

Anissa Laurent is a ghost—a master of deception, a woman who has slipped through the cracks of the underworld. Untraceable. Untouchable. Unclaimed. Until me. I made it my life’s mission to find her, drag her back where she belongs, and punish her for her betrayal. I traced every false identity until I found her, but I took my time. I studied the way she breathes, the way she moves, what she loves, and what she hates. She thought she could run. She thought she could hide. She thought she could get away with betraying my family. But I’m not a man who lets go of what’s mine.

Vadka Dragunov—Bratva executioner, cold-blooded strategist… and my dead sister’s husband. The man who built his empire in blood and protected it with silence. The man with a stare that holds me hostage—and a voice that cuts straight through me. I've avoided him, and the way he makes me feel, as I've wallowed in my own grief following my sister's death. But now there's no escape. I’m living in his world. I've been targeted. The Irish want war. And the only safe place left is under his watch… or under him.

He was never supposed to touch me. I was never supposed to love him. But some lines don’t stay drawn. I live in a world of rules and expectations, where obedience is survival and love is a liability. I was the innocent one. The youngest sister. Sheltered by my brothers and kept far away from the family’s darker affairs. Until him. He’s dangerous. Nameless. Obsessive. Mine for one stolen hour a week, and every time he leaves me, he takes a piece of me with him.