Wicked Prince by Autumn Reign

Forced into hiding
In this cabin by the lake.
My husband, Dmitry Koalitsia,
The smooth talker, sharpshooter, and son of the Bratva boss.
Those bright blue eyes
Like water glistening against a grass shore
Enticing me further in
Luring me out in the open, exposed…
Before he pushes me over the edge,
Taking me to the deepest depths of pleasure,
Gasping for breath.
Only now I know the truth of his father’s remorseless crime.
And it threatens to submerge us.
Is Dmitry more than his rank—
Or his father’s son?
Now I’m trusted with a gun,
But what will the truth make me do?