The CIA sent me to spy on Valentin Dmitrovitch Zukovsky – the Avtoritet of the Solntsevskaya Bratva, the most terrifying criminal organisation in Moscow. He caught me, instead.
Now I’m his prisoner – chained and helpless, about to be stripped and interrogated by this towering, tattooed beast of a man.
But as I hang from chains in the dungeon of his former-KGB stronghold, it’s not abject terror I fear when this looming monster stares at me.
No – it’s something else…
Because there’s a secret warmth in those icy-grey eyes of his. There’s an unexpected tenderness to the grasp of his huge, tattooed hands.
Maybe I’m mad for even imagining it… but I think there’s a chink in Zukovsky’s iron armor…
…and maybe I’m the one woman alive who can pry it open.