My marriage will stop a war between our families. But it’s a marriage begun on a lie… There’s only one man in Chicago more powerful than my brother, the newly minted pakhan of the Vasilev Bratva–and that’s Theo McNeil, the leader of the Irish Kings in this city. A man I don’t know and have rarely seen, Theo is whispered to be a brutal man, even more violent and steeped in blood than my brother. And he’s going to be my husband. When Theo turns his eyes on the still-fragile territory that belongs to my brother, the only way to stop him from destroying what’s left of our family...

I’ve already made a deal with one mafia boss. I have no intention of falling prey to another. The mafia boss I owed my loyalty to is dead–killed by a rival family. With him gone, I’m forced to pick up the pieces of my life, and make sure my little brother is cared for. But my job as a ballerina and moonlighting at a Los Angeles club aren’t enough, and soon I’m forced to consider other options. Lorenzo Campano seems like one of those options. But he’s not willing to make the same deal that I had before. He says he’s not interested in having me in his bed–but the way he looks ...

With my father dead, I’m the only heiress to a mafia empire–and one man stands between me and those who want to claim it for their own. I haven’t seen Alessio Moretti in years. But when my father is unexpectedly murdered, he’s called home to settle my father’s affairs. Twice my age and legally my father’s adopted son, Alessio sees me as only one thing–his innocent responsibility. When the head of the mafia Family insists I be married off to protect both myself and my father’s empire, Alessio positions himself as the one to choose my future husband. But I’d rather he marry ...

I thought I was safe from my father’s revenge. But he’s not the only one who wants me dead…Once upon a time, I was many things. An accomplished ballerina. The daughter of a powerful man. A Bratva princess. Now I’m none of those. Disinherited and alone, I use the skills that once elevated me to the height of the Moscow ballet for something else altogether–dancing for men who have no idea who I used to be. Who don’t care. Until I meet him. A dangerous brute of a man who wants me for reasons I don’t understand–and who makes me feel things I never knew I could. Things that I ...

I thought he was my ticket to freedom. Now he holds me captive…and I don’t mean my heart. I thought I was safe with Mikhail. I thought he only wanted to spoil me, please me…enjoy me. But what began with a night of passion ended with me held captive in a house far away from anyone who could help–as if anyone would. Once, I was a Bratva princess. Once, I would have had an army coming to my rescue. Once, no one would have dared touch me like this. Now, I’m only his. He dares whatever he likes. And he says he’s never going to let me go. He thinks I’m someone I’m not–and he ...