They say all is fair in love and war, but he never played fair…
They call him the king.
He’s not my king.
He’s my tormentor, my captor—my secret dark desire.
In the brutal Bratva world, to be a king means to wage endless war.
I’m about to be collateral damage.
I must hope my captor wins as the alternatives are horrific.
After all, to the victor goes the spoils.