The Dubinin Bratva

My father handed me over to the Bratva. Now I belong to Luka Dubinin. Older. Colder. Sin in a tailored suit. He doesn't force my submission. He seduces it with silence and steel. Builds me a studio. Watches me dance. Burns me alive with every glance. I swore I'd never break. Never beg. Never love a man like him. But I crave his voice. His touch. His darkness. His power. He shields me with bullets. Loves me like war—violent and absolute. I should escape. Instead, I made a vow behind locked doors. Not of love. Not of freedom. But of surrender… and survival.

Eight years ago, Ivan Dubinin destroyed me. The Bratva heir who swore he loved me—then vanished. I raised our son in secret. Always looking over my shoulder. Now danger has found us. The Italians want Lev. And my father would rather see us dead than with the Dubinins. The only man who can keep us safe? The same man who shattered me. Ivan swears I was always his. But it's Lev he clings to now—teaching him, protecting him, loving him in ways I never thought possible. Watching them together shatters me. Because every time Ivan holds our son… I remember the man who once held me the same way.