There is nothing trustworthy about this woman, but I still want her.
I'm Nikandr Morozov, Sovietnik of the Morozov Bratva. Caroline comes from a family of traitors. She has nothing to recommend her but the fierce friendship of the Morozov women. She's brash, defiant, and infuriatingly beautiful. However, when we're taken by a greedy arms dealer in Moscow, I instantly claim that she's mine. How can I want her? But I'm keeping her. Whether she agrees, or not.