Once upon a time, I saved a boy from certain death.
Fell for him so hard that I’d follow him straight to the gates of Hell, and say thank you for it.
But the problem with being hopelessly in love with Kirill Volkov is that he wont ever love me back.
On paper, we shouldn’t even be friends. He’s the grump to my sunshine and he hates to be touched while I’m touch-starved. Most of all, Im the prince to a mafia kingdom and hes one of my fathers soldiers.
And everyone knows that the Russian Bratva is a graveyard where all good things go to die.
