Most fathers do not gamble all their money away, then appease the notorious Alekseev brothers by promising their daughter in exchange for their debts.
Most daughters are more lucky than I am, because my father did exactly this.
I, Charleigh Gates, am bound to three Bratva hitmen in the cruelest of trades, headed to auction to pay for my father's sins.
My virginity will be bartered away in a wicked and sordid exchange to erase my father's debts.
I will be ruined. Disposed of. At the mercy of these men. Payment for a debt to be settled.
While their menacing presence surrounds me and their icy gazes pierce my soul, I vow not to let them crush me. In an act of rebellion, a middle finger to these men who care nothing for me, I vow to escape. I don't know when. I don't know how. Just that I will.
I may die trying, but I'll also die if I don't.