Daniil Kozlov is the worst kind of monster. Sinfully gorgeous, wrapped in Hugo Boss and tattoos, underneath the surface he’s a snake hiding behind a veneer of easy charm. We come from the same underworld but couldn’t be more different. He’s second in line to the Kozlov Bratva, a powerful player in New York’s Russian mafia. I’m the niece of a Colombian cartel boss, desperate for a way out. But after a game of high-stakes poker, I become his property.