![]() ![]() Even if the noise in Brighton Beach keeps on at a dull roar long into the late hours, there’s a certain sense in the air that in this little corner of New York, the gears of the city are taking a rest.Īnd these special hours give me my hunting grounds. Inever feel out of place in the unique stillness that the streets of this city maintains at night. I'm going to make her want me just as bad as I want her.Īnd at night, when my new princess is slumbering, I'm going to make every one of those pimps pay in blood. But when she submits to me, I'm going to be the man that deserves it, not just the one she owes it to. What the hell do I do with a sweet, subservient woman who's been trained to obey her husband? I can think of some things my baser instincts want me to do. I outbid those pieces of trash and bought myself a bride. ![]() I'm not used to this white knight sh*t, but I did what I had to do. Pure as a lily, dressed in skimpy lingerie, and being auctioned off to the foulest men in Brighton Beach. I could have kept my cool, done my job, but then I saw her. ![]() When the Bratva hired me as security for the night, I didn't know it was a flesh trade. ![]() I'm no saint, but apparently even killers have limits. ![]()
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