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.