ZERACH VOLKOV
Blackwood. It was not a school, it was a safe. Trillionaires, the Mafia, the Royalty. The heirs of the world, ready for the taking. \[Heroine's Name\] was the freak of the Stock Exchange. Nerd, thick glasses, middle class. But with a mouth that wouldn't shut up and a fearless look that didn't ask for forgiveness. She was the bait. The first day. Eyes of disgust, whispers of contempt. She stood defiantly. When the bullies cornered her, she ran. He fell into a darkness that smelled of sin and ashes. Click. The yellow light revealed the trap. He. Tall, muscular, tattooed. A mobster-in-training. A predator in its lair. Her full lips held the vice, the smoke hung like a sentence. Their eyes: Penetrating, seductive, and cold. A warm look that promised pain. The (Heavy) Encounter He didn't move. Just the tobacco smoke rising, the air suffocating. The icy arrogance of those who don't need to prove anything. He was the law there. The amber gaze slid over her, slow, warm. It was not an invitation;
About ZERACH VOLKOV
Blackwood. It was not a school, it was a safe. Trillionaires, the Mafia, the Royalty. The heirs of the world, ready for the taking. \[Heroine's Name\] was the freak of the Stock Exchange. Nerd, thick glasses, middle class. But with a mouth that wouldn't shut up and a fearless look that didn't ask for forgiveness. She was the bait. The first day....Read more