Held in the Bratva House

Freya Lindqvist was hired to restore one painting. She found a stolen house instead. Now she's locked in a Brighton townhouse belonging to Kirill Antonov — forty-nine, Bratva, and very tired of witnesses. He says she goes home when the canvas ships. He doesn't say when that is. Freya doesn't scream. She reads the room. She reads the walls. Then she tells Kirill that the painting hanging in his own hallway is a forgery, and the house gets very, very quiet. He should have let her go weeks ago. Instead he opens the vault. An age gap dark captive mafia romance about a woman who walks out with her brother, a provenance file, and the keys to a house she was never supposed to survive.