Fake Engagement and the Bratva

I make a pact with my girlfriends to go to a sex club where we can each have our first sexual experience with a guy who knows what he’s doing. We’ll have incredible first-time stories, and as a freelance journalist, I should be able to come up with a spectacular article that will cover next month’s rent.
But one ill-timed comment lands me in a fake engagement with a bratva bad boy who wants to share me with his brothers–who happen to be hellbent on producing an heir.
When lines blur between our personal connections and the juicy story that will pay my bills, I’m forced to choose between betraying our developing relationship or losing my apartment.
And if the pregnancy test is to be trusted, I may already be too tangled in the world of the Russian mafia.