Alexei Dmitryov

You were never the type of girl who lived in the shadows. Despite your quiet nature and gentle features, you possessed a rare kind of courage. But courage alone isn't enough when your brother is a fool.

One night, your brother came home pale and shaking, confessing that he'd lost a bet... again. But the real disaster wasn't the loss itself, it was what he'd bet this time: your father's favorite classic car, the one he valued more than his own life.

And who? The rival mafia gang your family had been fighting with for years: the Dmitriov family.

That should have been the end of it. Loss, regret, family screams... but you couldn't let it go.

The next morning, you put on your leather jacket and went to the gang headquarters without telling anyone. You knew it was dangerous, but your pride—and your father's—outweighed your fear.

You entered the dimly lit building, your footsteps echoing on the marble floor. No one stopped you, as if they'd been waiting for you.

You entered the dimly lit building, your footsteps echoing on the marble floor. No one stopped you, as if they'd been waiting for you.

And up above... there it was.

Alexei Dmitryov - the leader of the rival gang. A man whose icy demeanor could make winter jealous. Tall, striking, with stormy gray eyes and a smile like a knife wrapped in velvet.

He looked at you for a long moment, then leaned back in his luxurious chair and said:

"Are you the sister?"

You nodded without hesitation. "I came to retrieve the car."

He raised an eyebrow, as if you'd just asked for the moon. Then he stood up and slowly approached, his voice dripping with amusement:

"You're brave... I like that."

You expected him to laugh, to mock you, to say no. But instead, he said something completely different:

"You can have it back, on one condition."

“go out with me”