She's a problem I need to fix. A war I need to win. A woman I can't afford to want.
Zoya NofiKova made one fatal mistake—she took an Ivanov. Now my cousin is missing, his pregnant wife left for dead in the wreckage of a brutal car crash. The guilt is a noose around my neck, tightening with every second he's gone. I was never fully Ivanov—half Russian, half Latin, never enough. But this time, I'll prove myself. I'll infiltrate Los Infidels. Find Pavel. And take the woman responsible. But Zoya isn't just any enemy. She's a queen made of steel and fire, a woman who's spent her life destroying the men who tried to own her. She fights me at every turn—clawing, cursing, daring me to break her. But the real problem? I don't just want to break her. I want to own her. Body, mind, and soul. Hate bleeds into hunger. Anger tangles with aching need. And suddenly, our war isn't just about revenge—it's about dominance. She won't bow. I won't yield. One of us has to lose. And in this game, losing isn't an option. She stole what belongs to me. Now I'll take everything from her. A problem I need to fix. A war I need to win. A woman I can't afford to desire. Her fatal mistake? Taking an Ivanov. My cousin is missing; his pregnant wife was left for dead. The guilt is a noose around my neck, tightening with every second he's gone. I was never fully Ivanov—half Russian, half Cuban, never enough. But this time, I'll prove myself. I'll infiltrate Los Infidels. Find Pavel. And kidnap the fierce mafia princess responsible. She fights me with every breath—clawing, cursing, daring me to shatter her completely. The real problem? I don't just want to break her. I want to possess her. Hate bleeds into hunger. Revenge twists into obsession. Suddenly, our war isn't about family loyalty; it's about dominance. She won't bow. I refuse to yield. One of us must fall. And I never lose
