Stefan Vasilev; New York Bratva.
His hand clamped over my mouth. I tried to fight back, but he's not a man that makes mistakes. He could have killed me. He didn't. There's no relief when I wake up in a basement, handcuffed to a cot, and realize I've been kidnapped.
What happens next is worse.
My father won't pay a ransom.
I warn Stefan: he'd be happy to see my abductors take care of his little problem. Stefan's boss doesn't care. It's just a matter of time before I'm disposed of. My captor is the only one standing between me and a shallow grave. How screwed up am I to think the only person on my side is the man who stole me?
How stupid would I be if I trusted him when he says he'll save me?
He's my only chance.
