Without Choice

Their clans fought for many decades. Long ago, they clashed and drowned each other in blood. A truce has been declared. But at what cost? Nothing was left of her family. Nothing. Neither a home nor money. Only a surname. And a bloody trail…

The Bagrovs have their own losses. The younger one was sentenced to five years.

— Don’t touch her.

— But…

— Nobody touch her. If I find out even a single hair falls from her head, I’ll personally cut it into belts.

Two pairs of eyes watched him, waiting.

— Look after her. And yes… Drive men away from her. So no one. So that they will be afraid not to approach her, not to mention talk to her.

— And then?

— And then, when I get out, you’ll bring her to me…

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