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be a member of the bratva. To have normal teenage problems and live in a normal world. To be free to have boyfriends

who the sudden object

w he has height, an eye colour, a hand texture. I remember the feel of his arms on my waist and feel a small thrill t

ything about my soon to be husband, I was five seconds from running away from the Russian mafia. Maybe I still could, living with the fear that I could be c

le who needed to be taught a lesson, it was a little extreme. I heard that he once plucked out both of a man's eyes and had him castrated, sent the parts to his wife with a note that she should keep her husband away from his mother because he

ng when I smile at her and she just turns up her lips. She looks around fidgeting and I noti

ng for her hand. Setting the cup dow

at she is no longer comfortable here and

worry clouding my thoughts. If anyone thought they cou

to my feet and lead her towards my car. M

he car. She nods, tears gathering in her eyes. "

tice a man in a suit approaching us. "Go, he's

de that Katya did something so wrong that she needed to be chased. I drive faster k

hat on earth was going on. As I enter the gate of the house at full speed my guards still on my tail everyon

e car I faced him "We

dan is on their tail. We will

e I could hurt. I flinched when I finally processed her words. That didn't answer any ques

om. I turn to face her, as she slides to

ging my heart till I almost feel her pain as though it's my own, only I know I did not know half of what she has gone throug

because I know there's not

holding out hoping that I'd want to be intimate with him

was head over heels for her and he'd never let a

." I don't say anything to that, we both knew marriages in the bratva

idn't want anyone to worry about me. I should have just kept enduring it." Her eyes fall to the ground. But I raise her head back to look at me.

ou to come to me. I will always be here for you." I wra

ng Aunt Sofia later, night settled, we sat on my bed

ould have married Ma

ote, he doesn't look like a man." i

always sweaty and he didn't see

through you." She laughs lightly. "Whateve

e man I had to marry is not anything like Boris? That I was shaking with fear and a part of me was desperately

been able to see through me, she had watched me grow, I

how else to let her know th

is

ened in shock before muttering a se

e, and in his own way, he did." Katya begins. "Russian men are very protective of their women, he'd not hur

d I wonder if he'd be like that to me too. Protect me even from himself. I also hope that he'd be powerfu

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