It started in a club.
She wore red. I wore control.
One night—just one night—I let go and let her in.
She didn’t know my name.
Didn’t know I was the man who owned this city’s shadows.
But I knew hers.
I branded her body with mine. Left her ruined and breathless. She ran.
Thought she could disappear.
But fate? It has claws.
A week later, her father crossed me—stole from the Bratva. From me. So I showed up at his house, ready to collect.
And found her.
The girl I f*cked like a sinner.
Now standing before me in her father’s living room…
as the price for his betrayal.
She thinks I’m going to let her go again.
She’s wrong.
I need an heir. And she? She already knows how to take my punishment.
One night made her mine.
Now she’ll carry my name. And my child.
Try to run, little angel.
I’ll always catch you.
