The Bratva Biker Girl
' [What the fuck happened between them last night?
My thoughts run riot, imagining all the things Santino might have done to her, my pretty little innocent Russian captive. She hasn't touched the drink she was given, and the food on her plate is ignored. She has not acknowledged anything or anyone; she is an empty shell, and it is killing me. Reaching out my hand, I go to lift a pretty curl from her face and push it behind her ear; it's something I have done a hundred times before. Her violent flinch away from me is like a million darts into my heart, shredding it into a million pieces. When she jumps up and makes a run for it, my reaction is instinctive. She is fast, kicking off those kille
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