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

In a blink of an eye, I take off. I dart around the island and run towards the sliding glass doors that lead to the beach. No one tries to stop me, so I run as fast as I can. My feet slap across the wooden deck, then I spot two men emerge from either sides of the building, guns drawn at me. Will they actually shoot me? That isn't a risk that I am willing to take. I'm not certain of it.

The pause was all they needed to swarm around me. I try to pull free, but they don't budge, dragging me back inside a little too forcefully.

Nikolai doesn't even look fazed in the least bit. "Enjoy the fresh air?"

So many words burn my tongue, all creative versions of 'go fuck yourself' but I know to tread carefully with this man. Like all mafia lads, I am certain that he is dangerous, and maybe he won't think twice before hurting me. I have to be careful with this man. "What are you going to do?"

So Beautiful, So Proud