My husband: impulsive, untamed.
And out for the blood of those who dare
usurp his claim to the Bratva throne
And put a price on my head.
As we fight to survive the Bratva civil war,
I seek sanctuary in his desires,
Give over to his dominion:
His relentless grasp
Leaving me breathless and bruised
In a twisted exchange
where I have nothing else to give
—but bargain for more.
But I cannot ignore the truth
now buried with his father.
And as we face tomorrow
Will it tear us apart?