Don't Touch What's Mine

Synopsis

My brother borrowed money from men who do not forgive, and they sent me the bill in person. Dima Volkov dragged me into his house to cover a debt I never made, stood me in front of his men, and told them all the same thing: she's mine now. He thinks owning me makes me safe. He thinks a forensic accountant is a pretty thing to put behind a desk. He has not noticed yet that I can read every dirty cent his family launders, that his empire is hemorrhaging money no one in this house can see but me, and that the only person in the world who is not afraid of the don is the one he just made indispensable. He says I belong to him. Give me three months. By then he will belong to me, and he will know it, and so will every enemy who ever made the mistake of reaching for what's mine. They told me I was the only one he couldn't control. They have no idea. This is his obsession, and it is the most expensive thing he will ever own.