Soon, we land in Russia Where my husband will be branded Heir to the Bratva throne. The charming corruptor, the devil in bed, He rigs my position, chuckling darkly As I unravel under his thumb, Fall apart in his hands, And come tumbling down in heavenly bliss. But I cannot love him. Those three words remain lodged in my throat At the thought of what his family did. So, as he defends his place as heir. I am forced to stay by his side, Those three words grappling inside my throat fighting for life. This is book 3 in the Koalistia Bratva Series. It contains mature themes meant for the enjoyment of those over 18.