I was sent to watch her. Now I’m sleeping down the hall… and daring anyone to touch what’s mine.
The Kozlov Pakhan doesn’t give assignments. He gives verdicts.
Mine is simple: move into Daria Kozlov’s apartment, track her movements, and prove she’s the leak before the feds freeze our accounts.
If she’s guilty, she disappears. Even if she’s family.
I expect designer clothes and a fake smile.
I find a piano teacher in a threadbare cardigan, a fridge that’s almost empty, and a five-year-old who drags me into a tea party like I’m not built for violence.
That first night, I clear the apartment.
A hidden camera is wedged in her daughter’s bedroom.
At that point, I stop watching Daria—and start hunting the man who put it there.
Daria flinches at blocked numbers. She lies like it keeps her alive. And when I catch the bruises she hides under sleeves, something in me goes cold and final.
I came here to catch a traitor.
Instead I’m standing between a mother, her little girl… and the man who’s been terrorizing them for years.
If he comes for either of them, there won’t be negotiations.
There will be a cold body.
This is Book Four in a series of interconnected characters within the same mafia world. Each novel can be read as a STANDALONE and ends with an HEA. Each one ends on a soft cliffhanger, setting up the next in series.
