This story contains themes of sex/drugs/possibly violence and is not for all readers!! This is a new adult romance novel intended for readers over the age of 18. Please click off now if you are looking for a wholesome love story. That being said, I hope my readers enjoy getting to know Jackie and and her bad boi Ilya x JACKIE "Dark, bottomless eyes. Sweet, yet undoubtedly bad for me." "He sounds like Nutella" my ten year old sister says dreamily, belly flopping from the vanity onto my bed. "Learn to love yourself before loving another" she adds sagely. "You sound like a cross between Oprah and Dr. Phil" I sigh. My little wannabe therapist flings a pillow at me and scampers off. Don't ask me why I'm her legal guardian. Don't ask me why I live in a glorified horsebox in the middle of Nowhereville, UK. I'm empty inside; got no love left over for the dark, brooding Russian with the twin horse tattoos on his bicep. Even if he does leave bags of baby carrots for the ponies and fresh-picked wildflowers outside the gate. Anonymously. ILYA: She intrigues me. Let's be honest, the last time I loved a woman it didn't go so well. But this time will be different. Even if she refuses to let me in, I'll figure out what she's hiding from me. After all, you don't become a Mafia boss at twenty eight without knowing a thing or two about secrets. And goddamn it, she's mine.