She’s my captive.

My prisoner.

I will make her talk.

The bratva put a gun in my hand at age thirteen. Gave me freedom, a sense of belonging, and the family I never had.

There’s no way I’m going to let this slip of a woman harm my boss.

No matter how beautiful she is.

How beguiling.

How painfully fragile.

Hurting a woman, however, is not possible.

So I’ll find other ways to torture her. Other, far more pleasing ways.

And in the end, my little prisoner will reveal all her secrets.

In the end: she will be mine.