Fearless

A fighter beat my best friend to within an inch of her life, and I lost it . . .
I stormed into a Russian gym, and threatened an MMA champ, with sinfully dark eyes and dangerous muscles. Of course, I'd already cursed every Russian by the time I got to him.
He introduced himself as Vassili Resnov, my heart dropped into the pit of my stomach. Only idiots threaten Resnovs, and then they die—which is logical. The Resnov Bratva is the largest crime syndicate in Russia, maybe the world.
But Vassili might not be as depraved as his counterparts. Once we clear the air—and I find out I was at the wrong gym— he offers me the chance to continue breathing.
Now, I'm his. Yeah, sure.
I have more cards up my sleeve—big ones. Such as my father's business card. The 'Chief of Police' tag should save my body and my intact v-card; right?
But what about my heart . . .