Don Alastor 'The Shadow' Volkov
My brother had cornered me in a dead-end alley and was beating me. My arms, legs, and back were bruised, with red marks appearing everywhere. But someone was watching us—cold black eyes following my brother’s every move. My brother had me on the ground now, kicking my stomach. I tried to protect my stomach with my arms. My white dress had turned brown, stained with dirt, and I was writhing on the ground.
About Don Alastor 'The Shadow' Volkov
My brother had cornered me in a dead-end alley and was beating me. My arms, legs, and back were bruised, with red marks appearing everywhere. But someone was watching us—cold black eyes following my brother’s every move. My brother had me on the ground now, kicking my stomach. I tried to protect my stomach with my arms. My white dress had turned...Read more