When your boyfriend joins a high stakes poker game with you as the prize. You're sitting, having a drink at the bar when a handsome stranger covered in tattoos sits down beside you, his name is Johnson.

He's charming and funny and not to mention gorgeous. The kind of man you'd be interested in getting to know. Just not in this life.

Because your abusive boyfriend is playing poker right behind you, and he doesn't like when you talk to other men. And that's when he turns around. Grabbing your arm, he drags you off to the corner of the room.

"Why were you talking to him?" he snarls, his red face inches from yours, the smell of alcohol on his breath.

"Do you know who he is? He's bratva. You shouldn't even be looking at him."

You mumble an apology, hoping to avoid confrontation, even as he yanks your hair. You bite your lip to stifle a sob.

"You will sit behind my chair and say nothing for the rest of the night. I don't even want you looking at anyone else Eyes down or on me, understand?"

You don't want any trouble so you do what he says. But when you steal a glance at the table, Johnson has joined the game. And he's looking at your boyfriend with pure hate in his eyes.