Malice

I may be a Bratva Princess, but I'm not going to end up as a babymaker for some spoiled Russian heir. Named after the God of War, the Ares Academy doesn’t teach math or literature. Students here are the monstrous offspring from the most powerful families in the world of organized crime, they come here to learn how to terrorize, murder, extort, and find their seat of power. I'm one of a handful of women who have made it this far in our brutal "education," and I'm not letting that smug, arrogant Konstantin Turgenev ruin this for me.

Even if he's beautiful. Even if I want him. Even if he's my Bratva fiancé.

He doesn't own me yet.