I wasn't supposed to be on the auction block. I wasn't supposed to exist.

I was just a waitress who overheard a Bratva assassination plot. Now I'm shivering in a concrete cell in a numbered silk slip, waiting to be sold to the highest bidder to silence me forever.

Then the Master of Auctions walks in.

Cold, clinical, and completely devoid of empathy, he's supposed to appraise me for the VIPs. Instead, he realizes I'm the only one who can identify the traitors planning to massacre his syndicate tonight. When the bombs go off and the compound descends into blood and chaos, he doesn't leave me to die. He steals me.

Now, I'm locked in a subterranean bunker with a sociopath who views human life as currency. He strips away my panic with strict, absolute control. He tells me I am his anomaly. He tells me I belong to him now.

I should be terrified. But as the days bleed together in the dark, his clinical observation mutates into a feral, violent possessiveness. The traitors hunting us have no idea the lethal mistake they've made. They handed me to the most dangerous man in the underworld, and he will butcher the entire city before he lets another man touch what is his.