Given to the Bratva Butcher

My name is Katya Ivanova and I have a file on the Morozov Bratva's entire operation. It is three years long and it is hidden under my mother's floorboards. They found out. They did not kill me. They married me to him. Lev Morozov. The butcher. The one they send when a message needs to be permanent. He does not talk to me. He does not touch me. He just cooks elaborate meals at two in the morning and watches me eat. I have enough evidence to end him with one phone call. I am starting to think I have a problem. An arranged marriage enemies to lovers mafia romance.