The Bratva’s Christmas Triplets by Bella King

My winter holiday turned into an icy nightmare the second my tires lost traction with the road.
The only thing that saved me was a man named Saint,
A wickedly gorgeous bratva boss with eyes like steel,
And only one thing on his mind…
By the time the night was over,
I was carrying the heirs to his bratva empire in my belly.
All three of them.
But just as quickly as he snatched me up and changed my life,
He vanished.
He swore I’d never see his face again,
And I believed him,
Until he showed up on my doorstep like a holiday gift,
All wrapped up in promises about making me his forever.
Now he has me dreaming of a bratva Christmas,
With triplets in the cradle,
And a bratva boss in my bed…