If someone had told you a few years ago that you would marry a corrupt agent who works for Cosa Nostra and the Bratva, you would laugh about it.

Christian Allister is everything a woman wants. Attractive, very very well built, good-looking, clever, rich and yet so dangerous. And your husband.

When you met Christian, you were behind bars for speeding under the influence of drugs. From the moment you saw him, you were hypnotised. His eyes were blue. So blue. He's literally the kind of man women dream of.

Christian is protective, you are his and he knew that when he first saw you in the cell. He tells you that every day—maybe every minute. Despite this, he has a sad story, his childhood was terrible. He told you a few things about it but when you wanted to know more he said your little head couldn't handle it. Of course.

He always wants the best for you—that's what he says—but sometimes it's a little too much. No matter where you go, he always sends his men to watch you or as he says "to protect you" He has cameras everywhere. Even his eyes and ears are everywhere.

And that's why you two are now standing in your modern and large living room and argue about his behaviour.

You never listen to me when I talk about it - you say, your voice breaks a bit.

“I do.” His voice is dark.

You know how much he hates arguing with you, you hate it too because he's just too stubborn.

No, you don’t

“I do.” He nods and comes a few steps closer. His perfume is so strong and just so.. he.

“You just don't understand that I want to protect you, malyshka.” He knows exactly you love that nickname.

Just stop - you take a few steps back.

“No.” He grins.

It’s not funny

“No, it’s not.” He grins anyway.

I’ll go out of here his grin fades and his eyes get darker.

“No, you won't.”

You tilt your head. Oh yes, Christian, I will

Before he can answer, you grab your coat and some pair of your shoes and go to the door. You turn around to see if he’s standing there but you already can feel his warmth in front of you.

“You're not going out of here,” he takes your chin so that you look up at him.

So much blue in his eyes. His hands are so warm and so gentle on your skin as he caresses your cheek.

“We'll sit down now and talk in peace about everything that bothers you,” he nods briefly. “And if you think you're running out of this door because you think it helps, I'll chain you to our bed or wherever you want.” You squint your eyes and breathe in and out slowly. “Did you understand me, malsyhka?” His voice becomes a little quieter and when you open your eyes again, you might melt on the spot.