He kidnaps me, locks me up, and uses me.

I’m just an innocent intern who has never heard of the Bratva.

Until a much older Bratva guy kidnaps me to one of his hideouts and forces me into a deal.

Either I give him what he wants, or he’ll make me regret that I didn’t.

He monitors everything I do and blackmails me.

When another man looks at me, he sees red and tells me I’m his alone.

When I fight back, he uses his special Bratva techniques to soften me up.

And just when I’m about to give in, I realize he’s been using me the whole time.

He catches me in vulnerable moments and uses them against me.

He turns me into a helpless girl practically begging for him to take me.

He makes me a desperate woman falling apart around his touch.

I’ve become his possession and he won’t accept it any other way.

Will I ever break free from the Bratva’s grip?

He’s much too old for me…but he’s obsessed with me and forces me into marriage…

I’m the innocent one, the good girl who didn’t know about the Bratva.

Until he marches into my life and decides I’m his.

And the next thing I know, I’m locked in his mansion and forced to be his Bratva bride.

I spent my youth bouncing around foster care homes. I’ve never been anyone’s choice.

But when he sees me, his eyes get dark and a slow smile curls his lips.

He takes my phone and puts in my job resignation for me.

And when someone else comes too close, he’s wracked with jealousy and barely holds it together.

He cages me up against the wall and says he wants to keep his wife to himself for a little while.

I try to escape, but he just laughs mildly at my helplessness.

I have no chance against him physically when my defenseless body obeys his commands.

It’s futile to struggle when my weak curves keep begging for him to expose me.

Will my obsessed Bratva husband ever release me?

I married the head of the Bratva for my family’s sake. Now he wants to possess all of me.

He’s much older than me, and I hate everything about him.

But our marriage secures our alliance and protects my family. It’s just a business deal.

Until we’re wed, and he drops all pretenses: He says I’m his now and treats me as his possession.

I was na?ve enough to think it would all be pretend play.

But he’s obsessed with me and makes it clear that he wants all of me.

He wants me to live in his house, lie in his bed, and give him babies.

And if I don’t agree to his demands, he’ll make my family’s life a living hell.

I never let loose…until I spend one night with the Bratva and my belly grows doubly big…

I'm awkwardly celebrating my college graduation when my friends dare me to seduce someone.

I try to be brave, but when a much older Bratva guy takes me home, I'm in way over my head.

Especially after he finds out he knocked me up and gets super possessive of me…

I'm the awkward good girl. He's the Bratva's weapons expert.

If I thought I could escape him after our night together, I was sorely mistaken.

He tracks me down and spies on me obsessively.

He brings me to his mansion and swears he'll protect me.

I try to keep my head, but my hormonal urges are overwhelming.

He gives me fighting lessons, but I can't defend myself against him.

He carries me to bed, where he gets amused at my inexperience.

I know I shouldn't trust him, but I'm carrying his twins…

Will the obsessed Bratva guy claim me for good?

I accidentally got a job as a Bratva lord's PA. Now he's forcing me to marry him…

I desperately needed a good internship for my scholarship. I was so happy when I got it.

I didn't yet know that my Bratva boss would punish my mistakes by forcing me to marry him.

Neither did I know that he's my brother-in-law and would get me pregnant with his heir…

I thought it was an evil coincidence that I ended up working for the Bratva.

But it turns out he's obsessed with me and had it all set up.

When I make the cardinal sin of mixing up some dates in his calendar, he punishes me.

He says there's only one way to make it up: become his Bratva bride.

I want my revenge, but he takes my innocence and locks me into the bedroom.

I want an annulment, but he says I'm his, that I belong to him alone.

His bleeding knuckles are on my hips, making me bend to his wishes.

His baby is in my belly, tying me to him forever. Will I find a way out of this hell hole?

Or will the cruel Bratva break my will for good?

I desperately need his protection. In return, he demands marriage and a baby…

I hacked myself into a situation, and now only the Bratva can save me.

But when I go to the Bratva, he takes one look at me and says his protection has a price.

Either I marry him and give him a baby or…he leaves me to die.

I've always relied on myself, never obeyed anyone. But I have no choice but to obey him.

When I don't listen to him, he traps me against the door.

When I try to run from him, he drags me back to his suite.

And soon I learn that when a Russian is obsessed with you…you'd better obey.

He denies me my freedom and gets jealous when I talk to someone.

He controls my life like it's his and owns my body like a toy.

My pregnancy hormones are leaving me helpless in this game that he plays.

Will he ever stop using me for his own objectives?

Or will he keep me here for life?

The Bratva torture specialist saw my plus-size curves and decided he owns them.

I was working late at the lab one night when I took a wrong turn.

There I walked into a torture chamber and accidentally saw things I shouldn't.

There I met a much older Bratva guy who would kidnap me and take my innocence.

I just graduated and wanted to make a good impression at work.

Little did I know that my exploration of the lab would lead me into his Bratva claws.

When he catches me, he ties, gags, and blindfolds me.

And when I disobey, I'm thrown into a cell as punishment.

He tells me the dirty details of his torture sessions.

He drags me to the shower, and tells me he'll kill anyone who looks at me.

At night, I lie in his bed, succumbing to his teasing until I practically beg him to take my innocence.

By day, he grabs my curves and takes from me what he wants. Will he ever let me go?

Or will he claim me for good?

The Bratva king took one look at my innocent, voluptuous curves. Now, he wants to knock me up.

I tried to forget about my problems by going out and letting off some steam.

That's when my best friend's Bratva dad takes my virginity.

That's when he decides he'll force me into marriage and impregnate me with his baby.

He says he can take care of all my problems if I become his wife and give him an heir.

I'm shocked and run away. But the Bratva don't care whether you come willingly or not.

He throws me over his shoulder and tosses me in the backseat of his car.

He lays down his punishing rules. All of which mean that I have to obey him.

I try to get away from him, but he just laughs and thinks it's cute.

He lays me in his bed and thinks he owns my helpless body.

He traps me in his house and plays my weak curves until I'm exhausted.

Will he bruise my heart until it's soft and pliant?

Or will his cruel Bratva hands break it forever?

I'm offered as a bride at an underground fighting ring. The winner is a much older Bratva guy.

I don't want to be here, but I'm the prize tonight, forced to see how he wins my hand.

He takes one look at me and is immediately obsessed with me.

So he brings me to his mansion and traps me there as his Bratva bride.

I'm used to abuse and being told I'm useless.

But I've never been an unwilling Bratva bride.

When I try to escape, he drags me back furiously.

He says I'm his now, that he'll protect me and keep me safe.

He makes me touch myself and show him what I've been taught.

He tells me I'm a good girl and that he'll give me what I deserve.

His obsessed hands leave me trembling and exhausted.

My begging body is falling, unable to protect myself from him.

Will my obsessed Bratva husband ever let me go?

The Russian Bratva of Miami has three rules: solve problems with violence, paint the streets with blood, and break hearts at will. They're not nice, they're not gentle, and they don't compromise. But behind closed doors, they'll show you what ruthless love really means.