Another scream echoes around me as I watch my enforcer and best friend, Nikolas twisting the knife further into the man's flesh.
At the moment, I am standing at one of the Bratva docking compounds used for offloading our shipments and torturing lesser priority goons and offenders but my mind is currently thousands of miles away in Paris.
I cannot think about anything except for my golden haired wife who is currently far away from me.
The same wife that I tricked into marrying me and have been treating like s**t since then.
It has been two weeks since she left for Paris and she hasn't bothered to reply to any of my text messages or calls. She has been posting online about her day to day activities and it is only through stalking her i********: through an anonymous I.D. that I even
