A.N. Stauber

When I waged war to become the Pakhan of the Bratva in order to protect my daughter, I didn’t expect to be ambushed by an arranged marriage. The Irish wanted to cement our alliance, as if the sacrifices I’ve made for them weren’t enough.

When I waged war to become the Pakhan of the Bratva in order to protect my daughter, I didn’t expect to be ambushed by an arranged marriage. The Irish wanted to cement our alliance, as if the sacrifices I’ve made for them weren’t enough.

Patrick “Paddy” Murphy Secretive, Quiet, Reserved. The mafia taught him just how disastrous secrets and lies were. Despite that, he kept the deepest, dirtiest secrets of them all. His desire for men, or rather one man—me—was only the start of them.

When he showed up with a gunshot wound and asked me to lie to the police, I knew I had a decision to make. I could risk my entire career to protect him, or I could do the right thing and turn him in. The choice should have been easy, but it wasn’t. Not when his brother was my friend.

Saoirse Murphy. Fierce, stubborn, strong. She was the temptation I couldn’t give in to. I would’ve gone through hell for her. Even if it meant removing myself from her life to save her the heartache that comes from being with a Made Man.