IVY
I couldn't sleep.
For half the night, I tossed, turned, and rolled on the bed, trying and failing to fall asleep.
I thought scrolling through the phone would help, but my social media feed just kept feeding me with kissing quotes, and actual kissing videos.
Out of frustration, I almost slammed the phone against the wall. I caught myself just in time, and only seconds later, was super grateful I didn't surrender to my impulses.
“Damn you Vladimir Bratva!” I swore over and over again.
It wasn't enough for him to be damned. I needed to dance on his ashes after he was completely finished!
“Evil man! Wicked, brutal, barbarian!”
Everything was his fault. I had not known peace from the moment the existence of Vladimir Bratva became known to me.
As if it wasn't already a humongous de
