Bad Saint

I was kidnapped on my honeymoon by three masked men.Blindfolded.Bound.Destination unknown.I was told to stay silent and abide by their rules. But they didn't realize I wasn't a victim...not anymore.The open sea was my backdrop for nine torturous days. During that time, glimmers of my fate were revealed by a man with the mysterious chartreuse-colored eyes. He should have scared me, but he didn't.He intrigued me. And I intrigued him.He punished me when I didn't listen, which was every single day. But beneath his cruelty, I sensed he was guarding a grave secret.I was sold.And in a game of poker, no less.My buyer A Russian mobster who likes to collect pretty things. Now that I know the truth, I only have one choice.Sink or swim.And when one fateful night presents me the opportunity, I take it. I just never anticipated my actions would leave me shipwrecked with my kidnapper.He needs me alive. I want him dead.But as days turn into weeks, one thing becomes clear--I should hate him...but I don't.My name is Willow.His name is Saint.Ironic, isn't it He bears a name that denotes nothing but holiness yet delivers nothing but hell. However, if this is hell on earth...God, save my soul.