The Coldest Contact: A Mafia Romance (The Bratva Birthright Book 1)
By Sienna Marchetti
She went in for a photograph. She came out with him.
Natasha Orin is eighteen months into the most dangerous story of her career — the quiet reorganization of Chicago's Bratva underworld, happening beneath the city's skin where law enforcement can't see and the Tribune won't print without evidence. She has the evidence. Almost. The one piece she's missing is the man no photograph has ever fully captured: Dominik Volkov, eldest of the four exiled brothers, keeper of every contact in the Nort...
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She went in for a photograph. She came out with him.
Natasha Orin is eighteen months into the most dangerous story of her career — the quiet reorganization of Chicago's Bratva underworld, happening beneath the city's skin where law enforcement can't see and the Tribune won't print without evidence. She has the evidence. Almost. The one piece she's missing is the man no photograph has ever fully captured: Dominik Volkov, eldest of the four exiled brothers, keeper of every contact in the North American Bratva network. The man who controls who talks to whom, who trusts whom, who survives.
She goes into The Amber Room with a camera in her brooch and eleven minutes of borrowed nerve. She comes out with a handler, a back corridor, and Dominik Volkov watching her from across a private dining room like a problem that's finally arrived.
He knows who she is before she speaks. He's been aware of her for months — the Tribune journalist asking questions one degree too close to things that could unravel the empire he's been quietly rebuilding since his father's death. She's good. She's careful. She's also standing in his restaurant with classified intelligence and a camera, which means she is simultaneously a threat, a liability, and the only person in this city he's met in years who matches him, move for move.
The deal he offers her is impossible and she takes it anyway: go deep, find out who's feeding Sokolov's faction their intelligence, and he'll give her the story of her career. In return: she comes under his protection, his roof, and his considerable attention. The access she gets is unprecedented. The cost is everything she built her professional life to protect — distance, objectivity, the wall between the story and herself.
What Natasha can't account for is a man who treats her work with the same precision he applies to his own, who argues with her about sources at two in the morning and means it, who has kept his dead mother's apple tree alive in a Lincoln Square garden because careful men keep the things that matter.
What Dominik can't account for is a woman who looks at his entire architecture of control and says: I see why you built it. Now put it down.
In Chicago's Russian community, trust is earned in winter and spent slowly. In the Volkov empire, love is a liability. In this book, both are negotiable — and the cost of getting it wrong is paid in blood.
The Coldest Contact is the first book in the Bratva Birthright series — a five-book saga of four brothers, an empire reassembled from exile, and the women who make the city livable. Dual POV, present tense, explicit content. Standalones that read better together. Start here.
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