Fighting for Her: A Steamy BWWM interracial Multicultural Standalone Forbidden Love Dark Mafia Bratva Romance
N. Viktoria

I never lose a fight. Not when it matters.
When they brought her to the cage that night, something in me changed. Her brown skin glowing under the harsh lights, her eyes flashing with defiance even as fear made her tremble. I had to have her.
For ninety days, she's mine. My property. My prize.
I know what it's like to be owned. To be treated as a thing, not a person. I swore I'd never do that to anyone, but now I have Nia in my apartment, in my bed, under my control.
She hates me. She should. But when I touch her, her body tells a different story.
My boss thinks she's making me weak. Maybe he's right. Because for the first time in my life, I'm ready to risk everything - my position, my safety, my life - to keep what's mine.
And Nia is mine. Until she isn't.
NIAOne minute I was bartending, the next I was being bet in an underground fight.
My uncle's gambling problem became my nightmare when he lost me to Dimitri Volkov - six-foot-six of muscle, scars, and cold blue eyes. The undefeated Russian fighter who now owns me for three months.
I should hate him. I did hate him. Until I saw the man behind the fighter - the one who wakes with nightmares, who touches me like I'm precious, who understands what it means to be owned because he's been there himself.
Now I'm falling for the man who bought me. The man whose bed I share, whose rules I follow, whose protection I need as his boss puts me back into play as a prize.
I never expected this - to crave my captor, to find freedom in his arms, to fight for a future with the man who claimed me as property but treats me like I'm priceless.
They say Stockholm syndrome makes captives love their captors. But what if it's not a syndrome at all?
What if it's just love?