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.
I don’t have his name yet. But I will.
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.
To my wonderful ARC readers, Thank you so much for reading and reviewing my newest book! It’s part of a series, but it can absolutely be enjoyed as a standalone. You do not need to read the first books to enjoy this one! I’m still finishing up the final round of edits. If you spot anything that needs fixing (typos, formatting hiccups, etc.), please message me directly so I can get it cleaned up fast. Happy reading, Clara
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