He’s stalking me. Obsessed with me. And he says he’ll never let me go.
From the moment I saw Ilya Sokolov across a busy sidewalk one Boston morning, I knew there was something between us. But I also thought it could be easily ignored. I was wrong.
Back in New York, I assume I’ll never see him again. But then the gifts start.
Small at first, and then escalating, until they become so frightening that I know his obsession has spiraled out of control. But that’s not enough for him. He’s watching me. Following me.
Until one night, I can’t run from him any longer. And now, this Bratva devil has vowed he’ll claim me as his. Forever.
