It started with a simple mistake.
A knock on the wrong door.
If we were better men, we’d have turned her away.
But we’re not.
As Russian Bratva brothers, we had no business pursuing a naive librarian like Lyric.
She’s innocent. Pure. Gentle.
We’re ruthless bastards who take what we want.
And we took her innocence.
Watched her tremble. Heard her beg for more.
