Binding the Bratva Heir

My father built this family on bodies. He left me the ledger, three soldiers, and a target on my back. Grigori collects debts with his bare hands. Timofei has loved me since we were twelve and never once said it out loud. Roma sold me to a rival cell three winters ago and still expects forgiveness. They came to take the book. I made them an offer instead: stand behind me, all three of you, in my house and in my bed. Or walk away and die broke. They chose to stay. My uncle chose to bury me. I am the first woman to sit in my father's chair. I will not be the last.