He intends to teach her a lesson... but what he doesn't expect is to fall for her.

She humiliated my kid brother, and that's not allowed. Doesn't matter that she's just a college girl, or that half the time he's such a little punk he probably deserved it. He is an Aslanov, as am I. This city, and everything of value within it, belongs to our family. To me.

I am Marat Antonovich Aslanov, firstborn of Anton Aslanov. Nothing has ever mattered more than showing the world I am even stronger than the man who fathered me and twice as ruthless in protecting what is ours. At least, that was what matters before Sage Peterson.

Finding her is easy. Taking her is simple. Allowing her to leave isn't going to happen.

Dear Reader, this novella is "mafia-lite." Please expect a bold heroine, an obsessed Bratva leader, and instalove.