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Scars He Gave Me

"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.

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You're Mine Now

(SERGIO)

Nursing a glass of Ciro, I keep a close eye on the clock and wait. Work kept me till late in the evening, but it's getting a little too late, and a feeling of dread is beginning to settle on my stomach. Ivanna and Karlen should have returned by now.

Am I wrong, or do I feel a romantic attachment to her? I have to tread carefully. My instincts tell me that Karlen doesn't think of Ivanna like that. But there is a slim chance that I misjudged the situation.

I snort as I stare out at the dark vineyards. Ever since I was fourteen, I have never misjudged a situation. That is how I've managed to stay alive for this long. Now, my instincts are screaming at me that they aren't attracted to each other, and that she is attracted to me.

But I will soon find out.