Tytus Ryzdon rules the Polish mafia with an iron fist.

The first time we meet, he’s covered in blood.

The second, in shadows.

It’s hard to remember more than that.

Even if he’s impossible to forget.

It’s not just those silver-blue eyes.

That savage frame or the dark tattoos.

It’s what he promises me.

A way out.

One year later, I follow his advice,

Breaking free from my gilded cage.

On my own, at last.

That is, until he comes pounding at my door,

Asking how I’m going to repay him.

It would be a threat,

If the proposition wasn’t so thrilling.

I haven’t been able to get him off my mind.

But maybe, just maybe,

I can get him out of my system…