Wicked Mafia Beast by Penelope Wylde

My uncle wants me dead. My father won’t lift a finger to stop him. So I did the only thing I could. I dropped a wish into the Red Letter Syndicate’s box and prayed someone would answer.
Someone did.
Now I’m locked inside a converted foundry with a man twice my age who has tattoos covering scars he won’t explain and a rooftop full of roses that have no business blooming in a place this dark. He cooks me breakfast at four in the morning and watches me with black eyes that strip me bare.
When Konstantin’s scarred hands trace down my skin, his voice drops low and rough. “You’re mine now, огонёк. And I protect what’s mine.”
My knees buckle. My breath catches. And every wall I’ve spent twenty-five years building starts to crumble.
I’m a journalist. I came here to survive long enough to expose my family’s empire. But the Beast is keeping secrets about my mother’s death. Secrets that could shatter everything I thought I knew.
And every night I spend in his arms, I forget a little more about why I’m supposed to leave.
But my uncle is closing in. And when he finds me, the man who whispers Russian lullabies against my skin will show me exactly how he earned his name.
What happens when a journalist falls in love with the one man she was never supposed to trust? And what happens when the Beast she loves has to choose between his brotherhood and the woman who set his cold heart on fire?