"He calls me his Little Вишня, but he doesn't know that even the sweetest fruit can be filled with poison." Seventeen -year-old Natalie was never supposed to survive the night the Bratva took her. As collateral for her father's sins, she is dragged into a world of marble, blood and the two sons of Nikolai Smirnov. There is Ivan, the spoiled, reckless monster who thinks she's a toy and then there is Alexander, the Grim Reaper whose scarred back tells a story of a survival even darker than her own. Locked in a house that feels more like a fortress, the voices in Natalies head are getting louder. They tell her to run. They tell her to hide. But most of all, they tell her to watch. When the line between protector and captor blurs in the dunes of a private beach, Natalie is forced to make a choice: Does she surrender to the man who stole her or does she use her "unstable" mind to burn the Smirnov's to the ground? In a world where love is a leash and revenge is a slow-acting toxin, only one of them will make it out alive.