When Elias Petrosyan came to collect what his family was owed, he gave me a choice: pay or forfeit my father’s life. It was no choice at all, and now I belong to him. For years I’ve counted the days and pennies until I’m free and fueled myself with hatred for the man who controls my every move. At least...I think it’s hate. He destroyed my life and is a threat to all that I hold dear. So it has to be hate. Right?

When I gave myself to the mafia, I swore I wouldn’t bend. And I didn’t. I broke. Betrayed all I believed in. For him. Now he wants more. He demands my hand in marriage. Says it’s for my protection. But I know the truth. He won’t rest until he’s claimed me completely.

The first time I saw her, I knew she'd be trouble. I didn't care. I had a point to prove and nothing more. At least that’s what I told myself. Now she's left me. A good man would let her go. We both know I'm not good.