Distrust (Smirnov Bratva Book 1)

Distrust (Smirnov Bratva Book 1)

She was a ghost, in heels.<br /><br />She was there, then she wasn’t. <br /><br />She would play with my emotions like a well-played guitar. <br /><br />Then she would disappear. Making me want to strangle her. <br /><br />Maybe she wasn’t a ghost, maybe she was the giver of sin. Because we sinned every time we touched, every time she was near. <br /><br />Her lips were shaped like a heart, deceiving you at every word. <br /><br />Her body was created straight from my fantasies, one I craved to bend to my will. <br /><br />Her heart, well, who the hell knew. She kept that shit locked tight. <br /><br />And I couldn’t find the key.