The Hollow - Preacher Brothers, #4

I saw her and instantly knew she'd be mine. There was no other option for me. Nadja was the only woman who made my heart beat for the first time in my life. She was an angel. I was the devil. But she still wanted me. Being the daughter of a notorious bratva member meant she was never really mine. She'd be given away, used like a pawn, bartered for power. And at the end of the day, I wielded no power over that.
Then she gave herself to me, and I to her. I vowed she was mine no matter what. But then she was taken from me, and five long years passed in which my heart was outside my body, and I had no idea how to get it back. I knew who had her, would do anything to get her back, but despite being a Preacher brother, I was no match for the Russian mafia. I became a hollow, angry man. She was the stars to my darkness, and without her light, I was the vast nothing.
And then by some miracle, she was back in my life, but she was not the girl I once knew. She was afraid, running for her life, and it was my job to protect her at all costs. Because even if it'd been five years since I'd seen her. Nadja was still mine more than ever.