My dream? Escape this hellhole and become a songwriter in L.A. My reality? My scumbag father emptied my bank account and bet me in a poker game.
Not just to anyone-but to Radomir Molchanov. The King of Vegas. The sinfully drop-dead gorgeous owner of the Diamond Hotel and Casino. Oh, and the cold-blooded head of the Molchanov Bratva.
Radomir has claimed me-body and soul. His touch sets me on fire, his icy gaze sends shivers down my spine, and his cruel smirk reminds me that he owns me.
For the past decade, Radomir and his ruthless cousins have been hunting the woman they believe murdered his father and uncle-the elusive Greek Matriarch.
If my problems weren't bad enough, here's the kicker: A decade ago, I lost my memory. My past is a blank slate, haunted by nightmares of a monster with icy-blue eyes. Now, that I'm living in Radomir's world, those memories are clawing their way back-and the truth is not just dark, it's deadly-for me!
If Radomir finds out who I really am, he'll kill me. But I have one chance to survive.
The Bratva code is clear: death to anyone who kills their own. My only chance? The hope of a baby growing in my belly.
