Niko

SIENNA

The night Viktor Zorovsky was carried into my trauma bay with three bullets in him, I fought for thirty-eight minutes to keep him alive.

I lost.

His son watched me do it from the doorway, covered in snow and his father's blood.

Nine days later, that same man walked into my father's restaurant in the middle of a war and asked for one thing.

Me.

My father said yes before I could open my mouth.

Now I sleep in a glass house on the edge of a frozen lake, wearing a ring I never wanted, married to the coldest man in Chicago. He never raises his voice. He never explains himself. And he swears he won't lay a finger on me until I ask.

I'm never going to ask.

NIKO

My father spent his last breath on a stranger.

She held his hand. She closed his eyes. She prayed for him in a language he didn't speak, when nobody else in that room would.

I told my brothers I took Enrico Falcone's daughter as leverage. I told my uncle. I told the men who kneel to me.

I told her.

I have forty days to give Moscow a wife and my father's killer, and a city full of wolves waiting to see if the new Pakhan is weak.

Let them wait.

They've never seen what I'll do for her.

This is the first book in The Zorovsky Brothers Series. Reading order:

Niko.

Artur.

Kazar.