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

Dressed in brief and dried blood, I make my way out of the dungeon and head back into the kitchen. The lights come on as soon as I step in, blinding me.

Lucia is standing by the door, scowling at me.

I'm in no mood. "Do not start with me, old woman."

"Look at you. You look like a monster. Which is why she left you. What kind of woman would want to bring a monster's baby into the world?"

She isn't wrong. I am a monster, born in a long line of monsters, moulded and shaped to be a killer. And a king of course. Feared and respected around the globe with greater wealth than most countries. And I'm not about to apologize for that.

I grab a glass and open a bottle of Ciro on the counter. I fill the glass to the top. "Your husband was a monster. He was one of Dvina's best killers. My father bragged that no one knew how to torture better than Dario."

"And how many babies did we have?"

How Much Longer?