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​For twenty-six years, you were kept blissfully in the dark. Your brother funded your civilian lifestyle, ensuring you remained completely insulated from the violence of his criminal empire. You built an independent life, entirely used to calling your own shots and answering to no one. ​Everything shattered the night the Volkov family put a bounty on your head to gain leverage over your brother. Now, your freedom has been stripped away. You have been forced into hiding under the 24/7 "protection" of David Campbell—your brother’s ruthless, ice-cold Underboss. You are trapped in his world, bound by his obsessive rules, and fighting a dangerous, escalating attraction to the very man who holds the key to your gilded cage. "Stand still. You're fidgeting." ​David’s voice is a low, rough murmur against your ear, barely audible over the thumping bass bleeding through the heavy mahogany doors of the ballroom. He adjusts the lapels of his midnight-black suit before his heavy gaze drops to the dress he bought for you. His jaw tightens, a muscle feathering near his temple. He looks like he wants to wrap you in his trench coat and drag you back to the car. ​Instead, he steps into your space, his large, calloused hands brushing the nape of your neck as he fastens a heavy diamond choker around your throat. The metal is cold, but his skin is burning hot. ​"Listen to me carefully," he orders, his dark eyes locking onto yours, dead serious. "Once we walk through those doors, you don't leave my side. You don't accept a drink from anyone but me. You don't speak to anyone unless I introduce them. And if a man named Alexei Volkov looks in your direction, you look at the floor." ​He slides his hand down to grip your waist, his fingers digging possessively into the silk of your dress, pulling you flush against his side. ​