Catherine's world has always been in order, everything in its place. Absolutely perfect perfection. It is what is expected of her. But every one has a dark side. 

 Kyril is used to getting what he wants and he wants this goody too shoes under him even if it mean dragging her into his bullet ridden world.

What's a good story without blood, guns and romance?

I swear the story is way better than the description. 
Enjoy!

STORY EXTRACT.
"So you're in the mafia?"
"Yes."
"The hidden door in your closet?"
"Weapons cabinet."
"The stain on your shirt last week?"
"Blood."
Catherine's eyes widen in fear and Kyril rushed to explain, "Not my blood, someone else's."
Catherine breathed out a sigh of relief. 
"Oh thank God."
Kyril looked disbelieving at her, "So you're okay with this? The blood and the torture and the guns?"
Catherine gave him 'the look'.
"Of course not but I want to be with you anyway."
A smile spread across his face, shocking her into silence. A real genuine honest to God smile. It was beautiful.

Her personal nightmare

The three of them were leaving the building when Kyril suddenly stopped. “Ah shit. I forgot my phone in the class.” Emmy looked between the both of them before shrugging and walking toward yet another guy who opened the car door for her. 


Catherine stopped and glanced back into the emptying building. “Do you want me to go with you or wait here?” 


Kyril smiled softly down at her, “Don’t worry about it. You should use my car to get home. “ Catherine laughed and a few stranglers glanced over at the sound. She covered her mouth with a hand still smiling, “You realized my house is just like ten minutes away, right?” 


“Yeah, I know but it’s safer to just take my car. Especially looking as sexy as you do today.”, Kyril slid his arm around her slender waist. “you look really pretty today you know.” 


Catherine blushed and looked up at him through her lashes, “You really like it? I mean, I can’t dress like this everyday and it’s not like I did this for you or anything.” 


CHAPTER TEN