I’ll kill to keep her. I’ll do much worse to make her my bride.
Aida was supposed to be a gift from her father. She was an apology for stealing from the wrong man and starting a war with the Russian mob.
But I killed him and kept her anyway.
Now the Russians want to use her against me. They’ll burn the whole city to the ground trying to take her away.
I won’t let that happen. Aida’s all mine, from her pouty, delicious lips to her curvy hips. It doesn’t matter how many soldiers the Russians send at me, they won’t take what I protect.
I’m a monster. A killer. I’m not the kind of man that settles down, much less for the daughter of a thief.
But I want her, and I get what I want.
The war doesn’t matter. In the end, I’ll make her my bride.