After countless years conditioned underneath the ruthless society of the Russian Bratva, Anastasiya Mikhailov knows in order to survive in this cruel world, you have to be brutal, unforgiving and determined.
Anastasiya is kidnapped one night, and finds herself on the most perilous escapade of her young life; A brutal fight for survival and revenge. Out in the world she is surrounded by enemies, yet in the very midst of danger, she encounters something far more sinister than psychotic killers, kidnappers, and hitmen; love.
However, love is fragile; A frail emotion filled with complications.
Anastasiya has a choice to make: Move on from the past, and finally give up her long-waited search for the truth and revenge, or let her fiery rage consume her very being, turning her into something she never wanted to be. Or never wanted to admit to being.
"Do you know, if we weren't in these fucked up circumstances, we'd make one hell of a couple" Dimitri smirked, shoving his glock into the middle of my spine. Ordering me to pick up my pace.
"I would have slit your throat as we fucked", I grunted, nearly tripping over my own bare feet as we trenched through the dark forest, towards my possible execution.
"Knives in the bedroom? My kind of girl."