For the murder of a scoundrel tied to the criminal elite of the city, my brother faced not only prison. Desperate, I rushed to find a person capable of challenging the gangsters and saving Misha from their brutal punishment. But the savior found me first…
I didn’t see his face, but I would have recognized that man out of a thousand. From the very first second, he set the rules I would now have to follow, with no guarantees.
Too late to back out.
Too late to be afraid—I voluntarily crossed the line beyond which there is no place for weakness. So what will be the price of saving my brother?