The Morozov's Convenient Wife (The Bratva Vow #3)

I read every room I ever walked into.

Then I walked into his wearing a wire. He read me in an hour.

Oh God.

Being the Bratva’s most dangerous secret was the plan.

Marrying the boss was not.

Yet here he is.

Six-foot-three of suited Chicago winter.

Thirty-one. His brother’s deadliest weapon. He needs a wife who keeps clean books and asks no questions.

A wire warm against my ribs. A real name on a file that would bury us both.

He marries me on three days’ notice to end a war.

He hands me a new name. A locked house. One rule.

“You are safe in this house as long as you never make me choose, ptichka.”

I agree to every word.

Then my handler calls.

And the voice on the line owns my baby brother.

But wait.

He catches me at two a.m., lying into a dead wire to keep him alive.

He doesn’t ask who I really work for.

He sits down. Pours two glasses.

“Tell me who has your brother. Then let me be the last mistake they ever make.”

The way his cold eyes track me across every room…

The way his hand finds my back when his men are watching…

The way he kisses me like a vow he only meant to fake just came true…

This dangerous man is making me want to mean the marriage I came here to survive.

If only the truth didn’t mean walking him into the trap built to bury whoever I love.

A steamy dark Bratva romance: a marriage of convenience, an undercover informant heroine, a cold enforcer who reads everyone but her, an enemies-to-lovers slow burn, and a brother worth burning the world down for. Standalone HEA. No cheating, no cliffhangers.