Bistas_She

"You know what a good girl would have done? A good girl would have stayed home instead of sneaking out of her father's compound just to get a man to fuck her. A good girl wouldn't have stabbed a man like me with a pen. And most of all, a good girl wouldn't be turned on by holding a gun to a man's chest." I lean closer to her. "You're no good girl, Ivanna."
"You… you're wrong."
"Go on then. Come on. Pull the trigger."

***

My name is Ivanna. I am the daughter of Misha Sidorov, the head of the Krasnoyarsk Bratva. I have just graduated and I’m about to go to college. My life is perfect until Sergio Sakharov comes into the picture. 
He is the darkness itself. He reigns over the entire Sakharov family and by extension, the Dvina River Vory Bratva. His word is law, and his desire is absolute. 
Everything changes in a split second when he steals me away and holds prisoner in Tyva, a bride for his only heir.
But Sergio doesn’t take no for an answer. He always gets whatever he wants and against all reason, he claims me for himself instead. He thinks I’m the perfect match for his desires and he is determined to keep me close, even if I fight him at every turn. 
Except, I’m no helpless pawn. I’m not innocent. I have tasted his dark side, and I want more. The don himself, the man they call the Volkov of Dvina River appeals to me in the most sinful of ways. His wickedness draws me in, and when he decides that he wants me, I’m helpless. I can’t resist him, even if it means giving myself to him.
He may think he has power over me and can control me every step of the way, but I’m about to show him who the real boss is.

Scars He Gave Me

I lunge for the doorknob and pull. The corridor stretches in front of me and I stumble as fast as I can toward the stairs. I don't stop, flying down the steps until I get to the first floor. Moving blindly, I hurry towards the kitchen and to the backdoor.

Except, I end up in the wrong direction and when I look up, I'm standing in front of Sergio's office door.

I stand there aghast for a moment, waiting and staring at the ornate wood and wondering why I'm so perpetually drawn to him. Why am I so intent on self-sabotage? Do I hate myself and my family this much?

The door opens before I can turn away. "what is it, Ivanna?"

I look up at him, unable to even form words. The hurt and fear strangle my tongue and rob me of my breath.

It’s About Money and Power