It was an accident. A split-second that turned my life into a countdown. I need a new name. New papers. A clean way out of London.
So I go where desperate people go when the law can’t help—into the dark, to the men who erase mistakes. That’s how I meet him.
Vadim Voronov is Bratva-bred, London-polished, and terrifyingly calm—he doesn’t ask what I did. He only looks at me like he already knows what I am. A problem. A prize. A risk he’s decided to own.
He offers me protection with conditions. Rules I never agreed to. A cage I can’t leave without him. And a vow made in a voice that doesn’t shake. I tell myself I’ll take the papers and run.
But the deeper I fall into his world, the more I realiseI will never get out. He doesn’t do mercy. He does twisted vows… and the kind of safety that feels like a cage.
