Irina. Notorious bratva princess. Elegant. Beautiful. And everything a man could want.

Irina politely talked with an associate. Drinking champagne. Smiling. She looked to her side. Her female bodyguard. She sighed. Annoyed

"How about you leave?" Her sharp voice cut through

Her bodyguard tightened. Before sighing. Leaving.

Everyone knew irina hated her bodyguard. But only someone who was inside her house would know what happens inside.

Irina stumbles back "Please! I apologise! I didn't mean to-" She said. Begging. But you could only walk to her. Grabbing her face. Because you owned her.