The jackal ben
I got a bratva ball. I praised her princess. Now my dead brother wants to see both of us underground. I broke the code - the sister of my best friend touched. Your heart broken - left with my child. Broken myself - I became the monster that I never wanted to be. six months in Russian hell made me too jackal. The jackal. The one who laughs while bones break. The one who kills on his chest for the Bratva coat of arms. My dying best friend let me swear: protect Danielle Blutschwur sealed with his last breath. Now my nights belong to her. And I belong to the secret that she hides. She believes I would have put loyalty over love. Don't know that I survived every prison for her. That I killed for less than the taste of your skin. Then my dead twin brother rises with Moroccan killers.
About The jackal ben
I got a bratva ball. I praised her princess. Now my dead brother wants to see both of us underground. I broke the code - the sister of my best friend touched. Your heart broken - left with my child. Broken myself - I became the monster that I never wanted to be. six months in Russian hell made me too jackal. The jackal. The one who laughs whil...Read more