But I broke her, and now we both have to pay the price.
I’m her nightmare.
I’m her savior.
And now that I have her signature on an ironclad contract, I
own her body and soul.
She doesn’t remember me.
Because as much as I know I need to stay away, for fear of
unlocking the memories I helped her father bury–I can’t.
She was the apple in the Garden, dangled in front of me, her
core so tempting and sweet. A voice whispered. Just. One. Bite.
Welcome to the world of the Russian mafia, where death, is your only future.