I stole the Bratva princess.
And, locked her away on my island.
An eye for an eye.
A tooth for a tooth.
Blood for blood.
Stealing Isabella is the only way to find her father.
I just wasn’t prepared for the temptation of her.
Or, the effect she’d have on my cold dead heart.
One taste I shouldn’t have had and I wanted more.
She’s my captive
My enemy’s daughter.
Being with her is unthinkable.
Yet, I want to claim her, take her, own her.
Make her mine.
The deal was a life for a life.
I’m just not sure I want to give her back when the time comes.