Cruel Paradise (Oryolov Bratva, #1)

by Nicole Fox

I keep my own face perfectly neutral. “No, sir. No tone. You specifically requested ‘no snark’ after the lunch salad debacle last month. I wouldn’t forget.”

But mark my words: one way or another, come hell or high water, by any means necessary… By the time this night ends, every fucking soul at this gala is going to know exactly who Emma belongs to.