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.
