I take her off the street. Then I marry her. Because she’s MINE.
I arranged to marry her for an alliance. But she disappeared.
I’m the Pakhan and much older than her. I always get what I want. So I hunt her down.
She says she’s innocent, that I have the wrong person. That she’s not my arranged bride.
But she doesn’t realize that as soon as I lay eyes on her, she’s the only one I want.
I don’t do feelings. My heart is made of ice.
But when she trembles, I take her into my cold arms.
I will torture anyone who hurts her.
I will kill anyone who puts her in danger.
She’s mine to hold, mine to protect. Mine to own, and mine to teach.
I possess her shaking body and the fire in her eyes.
I possess her pregnant belly and her desperate curves.
I possess all of her secrets and her vulnerabilities.
The Bratva Pakhan always gets what he wants.
And I want her.
She’s MINE.
