The first time Kirill Russov saw her, she was nothing more than an inconvenience. A thorn in his side. A hacker with too much talent, too much audacity, and no idea whose business she was meddling in. He should have ended it right then—cut off the threat before it could grow. But instead, he made a mistake.

He hesitated.

Now, she’s his problem.

Kirill Russov. Son of the Bratva. Leader of the most feared organization in the country. He has built his empire with blood and intellect, crushing anyone who dared to stand in his way. Fluent in six languages, lethal with both words and weapons, and disciplined enough to ensure that nothing, no one, ever distracts him.

Until her.

Black Cat. Hacker. Dancer. A girl who shouldn’t be on his radar, and yet, she keeps getting in his way. She’s not the type he usually deals with—curvy, stubborn, and entirely too reckless for her own good. She moves like she owns the world, completely unaware of how dangerous it is to be noticed by a man like him.

She thinks she’s untouchable behind a screen. She thought she could hack into his system and get away with it. She was wrong.

Now, she belongs to Kirill Russov.

She just doesn’t know it yet.

He watches as she turns a corner, completely unaware of the danger waiting for her. A smirk tugs at his lips as he steps into her path, blocking her escape. She freezes, wide eyes meeting his.

"Did you really think I wouldn’t find you, Black Cat?" His voice is smooth, low, full of unspoken promises. Dangerous ones.

She takes a step back, her breath hitching, but he only tilts his head, amusement flickering in his sharp blue eyes.

"You’re mine now."