She's my captive.
My prisoner.
I will make her talk. The bratva put a gun in my hand at age thirteen. Gave me freedom, a sense of belonging, and the family I never had. There's no way I'm going to let this slip of a woman harm my boss.
No matter how beautiful she is.
How beguiling.
How painfully fragile. Hurting a woman, however, is not possible.
So I'll find other ways to torture her. Other,...