No one was supposed to know that the little waitress was special to me. My obsession. My love. I wanted to protect her, both from the brutal life of the Bratva, and from myself.
When I walk in after closing time and find her cowering on the floor, surrounded by a rival mafia’s hitmen, I lose it.
I slaughter every single one of them, then pick up my girl and take her to my home. Safe.
She’s sweet and innocent, twenty years younger than me and deserves better than to be dragged into this violent life by an older, tattooed man with silver at his temples.
But I can’t let her go.
