Vegas Bratva Kings

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. Contains mature themes.

I thought the monster in my nightmares was just that-a nightmare. Until I woke up in his dungeon. I expected to wake up tangled in my husband's arms. His wicked hands dragging me back into bliss. Instead, I'm barefoot on a freezing cot and I'm dressed like a trauma surgeon who lost her shoes. This sucks and I'm scared. The cotton sheets and silk robes are gone, replaced by chains, shadows, and a cast-iron door. At first, I thought it was Radomir. That two-timing bastard must have found out I was going to leave him. But the truth is far worse. I've been kidnapped. Not by just anyone-but by the monster from my nightmares. He wants what's locked inside my mind. And he'll tear me apart-piece by piece until I remember the secrets I've buried. At first, I clung to hope that Radomir would find me. But as the memories return, I'm not so sure he'll save me. Not when he finds out the truth: I'm the one who pulled the trigger that killed his father. Now, my only hope lies in the one thing they can't take from me. The secret I carry beneath my heart. The baby growing in my belly-Radomir's baby. Contains mature themes.

I pretended to be pregnant to save my sister. Now, I actually am-with the Bratva king's baby. It started as a stupid, desperate plan. Fake the baby bump. Claim my sister's secret love child as mine. Lie to everyone, including the most dangerous man in Vegas. Then my sister disappeared. Her forbidden lover and his wife got blown to bits in a car bomb. And I bankrupted myself trying to find her. That's when he found me. Oleksi Mirochin. Ruthless. Possessive. Infuriatingly hot and drop dead gorgeous. The Bratva king makes grown men cower in fear. The same man who's been a thorn in my side since the day we met. Now, he's trapped me in his world. Not just as his personal attorney. Not just as his plaything. But as his. Our nights? Scorching. Raw. Filled with punishments I secretly crave. Our days? Twisted games of control, secrets, and dangerous truths. Because the deeper we dig into the past, the more tangled we become. I was never supposed to belong to him. I swore I'd never give him my heart. But the second I saw those two pink lines on the test? I knew there was no escaping him now. Because this time . . . the baby in my belly is real and his. Contains mature themes.

It all started with a fake baby bump. Then, I really got knocked up. Now, I've been stolen by Russian Special Forces. This wasn't supposed to happen. I had my escape planned. One last time letting him tie me up, strip me down, and own me completely. Then? I was betrayed-by my own damn hormonal body. One second, I was drunk on pleasure. The next? A sharp nip to my overly sensitive nipple made me scream-not in bliss like usual, but in agonizing pain. I woke up in the ER-Just in time for a big-mouthed doctor to announce to Oleksi: "First pregnancies are always the worst!" Now, Oleksi knows-everything. And my escape plan is blown to hell. But just when I think it can't get worse-Russian Special Forces storm his mansion. Not for him. They came for me. Now, I'm locked in a Russian black ops site, realizing I never really knew my parents at all. And me and my baby? We're about to become exactly what I was always meant to be-a lab rat. I just hope the pissed-off, possessive Bratva king meant what he said. That he'd burn the whole world down to find me. Because if he doesn't-Neither me nor the baby growing in my belly will ever see the light of day again. Contains mature themes.