Sasha Nikolaev.
The unhinged mobster.
Satan’s spawn with pale blue eyes.
I made him a promise years ago. Granted, I only made it so he’d kiss me. But it was a promise made nonetheless. So I waited. And waited some more.
He never came back to collect. So I moved on.
Never would I have ever thought I’d see him the day I walked down the aisle.
Except there he was, waiting for me in the pews. Sasha Nikolaev.
When he snatched me in the middle of the ceremony, for the whole world to see, shit hit the fan. He claimed I had a debt to pay. My family promised retribution. My fiancé did the same.
And now, nothing will ever be the same.
