Her Russian Master

My prisoner. My obsession. My sunshine.

I can’t stay away from her.
I don’t care if I get whacked by the mob. Or fired from the FBI.
There’s no way I’m letting her get hurt.
Hell, if any of them touch her, I’ll blow my cover in a second.
She’s my solnishko.
Her brother’s a scumbag. He owes the don money.
The don sends me to collect my pound of flesh, but I want more than a pound.
I want her.