
Description
I wake up in silk sheets that arent mine.
Designer clothes in my size hanging in a gilded cage.
And a price tag of fifteen million dollars on my head.
Then he walks in—salt and pepper hair, cold Russian accent.
But I know those storm-gray eyes anywhere.
Dante Moretti.
My brothers enforcer.
Seventeen years older and completely forbidden.
Dont flinch, hed whispered once, backing me against library shelves.
Now hes bidding on me like Im merchandise,
Playing the perfect predator to save me from real monsters.
Every word from his lips is a lie.
Every glance across the room burns with truth.
He came to rescue Marcos little sister.
Instead, he claims his woman.
Ruins...
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