The city lights of America faded into the blackness below, each one a tiny pinprick of a world I was taking Isabella away from. My gaze lingered on the view from the window, the darkness mirroring the emptiness I’d felt my entire life. Until her.

I’d spent my life building an empire of shadows, a kingdom forged in blood and fear. My name, Vladimir Volkov, was a whisper that made men tremble. I was the boogeyman. No I am worst than the Boogeyman, I'm the man you send to kill the ...