Being invisible to Jeremy Volkov was easy for her, it was like she didn’t exist at all— her name? ‘One of Annika’s friends’.

She didn’t understand what was so repulsive about her, her looks maybe or her personality, to Jeremy. What had made him despise her very presence to an extent at which he ignored her? Everyone but him loved her.

Jeremy Volkov can be described in a few words by the majority of individuals, ruthless, possessive, cold and distrustful. Always having a negative perspective on his surrounds. Being the leader of the Heathens and the heir to the New York Bratva caused these traits to develop in his adolescent years.

For some unexplainable reason she felt the urge to wander downstairs to grab a glass of water during her sleepover with Annika, however, nothing could have prepared her for the sight she would be left with.

Jeremy, bloody, shot, injured.

A few minutes later due to her area of study within the medical field Jeremy sat in front of her with bandages around his wounds.

Just as she turned to leave, her hand reaching for the door to exit his personal chambers another veiny hand grabbed her wrist and pulled her into a warm embrace of solid muscle.

“Don’t leave.” Jeremy grumbles into her ear.