Soon, we land in Russia 
Where my husband will be branded 
Heir to the Bratva throne.
The charming corruptor, the devil in bed, 
He rigs my position, chuckling darkly 
As I unravel under his thumb,
Fall apart in his hands,
And come tumbling down
in heavenly bliss.
But I cannot love him. 
Those three words remain lodged in my throat 
At the thought of what his family did.  
So, as he defends his place as heir. 
I am forced to stay by his side,
Those three words grappling inside my throat
fighting for life. 

This is book 3 in the Koalistia Bratva Series. It contains mature themes meant for the enjoyment of those over 18.