The captive ballerina was supposed to remain untouched. This Bratva hitman couldnt resist.
Now hell carve a bloody trail to keep her, and the secret heir inside her
LISETTE:
Im precious cargo. Promised to another.
Locked in a penthouse with this lethal hitman.
A Bratva weapon of muscle and scars.
I think hes carved from marble. Until he touches me.
Risking war. Risking everything.
Under his dominant hands, I dont break. I become stronger.
And when he finds Im carrying his heir, theres no turning back.
Hell burn down the world to keep me safe.
If we both die tomorrow, at least Ill be his.
VIKTOR:
I captured her. On the Pakhans orders.
The ballerina clad in bright silk.
With no place in this dark world of ours.
Defenseless. Innocent. Good.
The Pakhan thought Id leave her untouched.
That would be unbearable agony.
I break his trust. I claim whats mine.
I know it means war.
A fiery meteor has nothing on the ruin Ill unleash to keep her.
