They thought I was dead. They should’ve made sure.
Two years in the shadows. No name. No trace.
I became a ghost—hunted by the Yakuza, my fathers army, the very ones I vowed to destroy.
Haunted by the Bratva Queen I never stopped craving, even as her father’s bullets found their mark.
Nadia Petrov.
My Hime. My Princess.
She carved her name into my soul with pain and pleasure and then let me go.
Her first mistake.
Her second was thinking she could forget what we were.
Now I’m back—and I didn’t come empty-handed.
No flowers. No apologies.
Just a blood-soaked declaration: she belongs to me—crown, throne, and beating heart.
