“Prisoner……. Captive….. Slave…..”
Those are little words when it comes down to me. My teenage was almost gone and when I saw myself standing in my adulthood, I realized I lost so many things including myself. Because I was his prisoner. I was Bratva’s captive and he left no stone unturned to teach me who is the owner of my life.
“I regret the day when I stepped in his mansion blinded by vengeance. And he showed no mercy. I regret my impulsive decision and many more. But above all, I regret being the puppet of his hand.”
“I don't have the word mercy in my rule book.”
“But she is a kid.”
“Doesn't matter. What matters is, she is an assassin's daughter and his father is not alive to pay for his deeds.”