I spent one night with a stranger. Then I find out I'm supposed to be his surrogate. My family hates his. But I didn't know that he's a Levov. I didn't know I'd be carrying his Bratva baby. And I certainly didn't know he would get all protective and make me live with him... I desperately need money. He needs to hold a sweet baby in his blood-stained hands. The surrogacy agency has the solution to both of our problems. I'm a little shocked to see my baby's daddy is the guy I spent one incredible night with. How on earth am I supposed to keep my pregnancy hormones under control in his house?

Fortunately, he's professional about it. The problem is the way the Bratva define professional. He touches me professionally, knowing exactly where to place his fingertips. He kisses me professionally, pulling back right when I can't help but beg for his tongue. The sole reason for me staying in his house is my safety. Right?

Or does the cruel Bratva want to claim my pregnant body whole?

The Bratva of New York are the most ruthless, merciless and possessive mobsters of the city. They take what they want, break what they please, and heal what they deem worthy. But will they take the biggest risk of all: open their heart for the one they've claimed?