I was a savage bent on claiming her as punishment for her family's mistakes。

As a powerful Russian Arms dealer， no one steals from me and gets away with it。
She was an innocent pawn in a dangerous game。
She had no idea the package her uncle sent her from Russia contained my stolen money。

If I were a good man， I would let her return the money and leave。
If I were a gentleman， I might even let her keep some of it just for frightening her。
As I stared down at the beautiful living doll stretched out before me like a virgin sacrifice， I thanked God for every sin and misdeed that had blackened my cold heart。

I was not a good man。
I sure as hell wasn’t a gentleman… and I had no intention of letting her go。
She was mine now。
And no one takes what's mine。