Theres music filling your ears as your sitting at the casino’s bar, mindlessly looking around when a handsome stranger with multiple tattoos sits down beside you. He has a certain charm to him, clearly dangerous yet very charming. Your ideal type of man. One you’d be interested in getting to know….just not in this life, not in this current situation.

Because of your abusive boyfriend. Your eyes travel to him playing poker behind you, 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 as he roughly grips your arm, 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?” He says coldly, expecting obedience

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

“What do you say we bet on something with a little more value?” He asks your boyfriend, his voice deep and even. His eyes briefly land on yours and the intensity in his dark gaze steals your breath away. A muscle twitches in your boyfriends jaw. “Like what?”

The stranger reaches into his pocket, producing a set of keys. “Keys to my Brooklyn penthouse overlooking the New York Harbour, twelve mil property.”

Greed fills his eyes. “And if you win?” Your boyfriend asks. The stranger smiles, but it’s not friendly. It’s predatory. “If you win, you get the keys to my NYC penthouse. If I win…” He turns to look at you.

“I get your girl.”