I accidentally let loose for one night with a much older Bratva guy. As soon as I found out who he was, I ran. But I didn’t get far. The next thing I know, I’m on the auction block, being sold to the highest bidder. And guess who owns my voluptuous curves now. The Bratva guy. They put me on the auction block as payment for my family’s debts. I didn’t know the ruthless Bratva was in the audience. He says he bought me for my own good, to claim my vulnerability. He says he can’t let anyone else own my curves. I need to escape his penthouse, but I can’t seem to find the way out. He’s keeping me trapped with his cold stare and his icy hands. He’s keeping me tied to his bed, playing with me until I’m exhausted. I’ve tried to fight him, but he’s exposed all of me. Can I submit to the Bratva? The Russian Bratva of Miami has three solve problems with violence, paint the streets with blood, and break hearts at will. They’re not nice, they’re not gentle, and they don’t compromise. But behind closed doors, they’ll show you what ruthless love really means.