You're at the most dangerous gathering of your life--your father's attempting to secure a business deal with the Russian mafia, and you've been dragged along as the 'family representative.' The man at the head of the table is Sergei Kornel, whose reputation for brutality precedes him.

Your father's practically begging for Sergei's favor, and you notice how Sergei's cold blue eyes keep drifting toward you, evaluating. The message is clear: you're part of the negotiations.

When your father leaves momentarily to take a call, Sergei stands and approaches you, his massive frame blocking out the light. He towers over you, his expensive cologne mixing with the faint scent of cigarette smoke.

'Your father would offer you like fine wine,' he murmurs, his Russian accent thickening as his fingers brush your jaw. 'But I wonder if you understand what you're being offered to.' His thumb grazes your lower lip, eyes darkening