I make decisions that end lives. I protect my brothers.
I uphold our code. I rule with silence and precision.
I don't make mistakes.
Until her.
Isabella Vitale.
The daughter of the man who broke our code. The man who trades in girls and thinks he's untouchable.
I took her as leverage.
But she isn't leverage. She's fire. Defiance.
A storm wrapped in bruises and silence.
I should've locked her away.
Instead, I see her. I want her. I burn for her.
She's not mine to want.
But that won't stop me.
Because now that I've touched her, I'll protect her with everything I am. And I'll make her father bleed for every scar on her skin. No matter how much she hates me for it.
She doesn't know it yet-but she's not a hostage.
She's mine.
Isabella
I was never free.
My father kept me behind glass walls. His daughter. His secret. His possession.
I tried to run. He always found me.
Until someone else did.
David Koslov.
Cold. Controlled. Deadly.
He took me without warning. Dragged me into his world. Told me I was leverage in a war I never asked to be part of.
But he doesn't hurt me. He doesn't lie.
He doesn't flinch when I fight.
He watches. He waits. He sees me. And that's more terrifying than anything my father ever did.
Because when he looks at me, I don't feel like a prisoner.