Reading Bratva Frost & Fire

<p>I told myself watching her was about silence, about ensuring our secrets stayed buried.</p> <p>But she's gotten under my skin like a splinter I can't remove, an ache I can't ignore.</p> <p> </p> <p>Every defiant glance, every fearless challenge, drives her deeper until she's branded into my soul.</p> <p>Now the thought of walking away burns worse than any bullet.</p> <p> </p> <p>When my enemies target her to destroy me, my rage knows no bounds.</p> <p>I'll paint the streets red to keep her safe.</p> <p> </p> <p>The violence I unleash to protect her threatens to snuff out the light I desperately want to preserve.</p> <p> </p> <p>I know I should let her go—a flame this pure doesn't belong in my cold darkness.</p> <h1>Instead, I'm going to make her mine.</h1>