I texted the wrong number. He texted back. Now the Bratva owns me. It was supposed to be a rant to the date who stood me up. Instead, I got Sergei Volkov. Cold. Ruthless. Powerful. The kind of man you don’t say no to. He took me to dinner. Then took me apart in bed. No names. No strings. Just the best night of my life. I never expected to see him again... Until he walked into my ER— While I was already five weeks pregnant. Now he wants me under his roof, caring for his ailing mother. I need the money. But how do I hide his baby... When he watches me like he already owns me? Because Sergei isn't just any man. He’s a Pakhan. A ruthless Russian crime boss with blood on his hands. And once he finds out what I’m hiding... He’ll never let me go.