I’ve been watching her for months. Now, I’m ready to take what’s mine. In my world, nothing slips past me. I make money, I enforce loyalty, and I bury those who cross the Bratva. But Zara… she’s different. She doesn’t belong in my darkness, yet I can’t look away. Every smile, every nervous twist of her necklace, every lie she tells the world about being untouchable—I’ve memorized it all. Zara thinks she’s safe. She thinks her plan to have a child on her own will keep her free of men like me. She’s wrong. When danger comes for her, I step in—not as her savior, but as her captor. Under my roof, there are no locked doors… because there’s nowhere to run. She’ll learn that protection has a price. That in my arms, she’s not free. She’s mine. And once I claim her, I’ll never let her go.