BOUND TO MY MAFIA KING
"Why did you save me?"
Prostitution wasn't exactly the future I'd pictured for myself. But fate landed me in a brothel I couldn't escape, and a life that stripped me of my humanity. Until he came in.
The man who looked down at people like they were nothing but dirt and planted bullets in the heads of people for staring at him the wrong way.
His name was Killian Morozcov. He came into The brothel and left with me, and no matter how much I pleaded at the time, he refused to tell me why.
when he did, though, I wished he hadn't. because killian hadn't meant to save me that night in Vegas...he had come from to save his sister and made the costly mistake of leaving with me instead.
our relationship built into something fragile that shouldn't exist and would no doubt, ruin us. especially when we continued to discover how much of it was built on lies.
In my experience, I've learnt that you either stab someone in the back or they'll do it to you. Nice people were always the quickest to swing the knife.
And Killian Morozcov was by far the nicest man to ever cross paths with me.