Mayo. The little s**t himself. He reminded me of a goat-head thorn. You step on and instantly regret not wearing shoes.
My nightmare. He had taken the Star of Siberia from me two years ago. My necklace. It was my only chance at marriage. My chance at becoming the wife of the bratva pakhan. I would surpass Santino and Cassandra in one move.
The stone was made with Alexandrite, the gem has color-changing qualities and is considered the national stone of Imperial Russia. My father somehow brought this necklace back with him on one of his visits to Russia.
He said that bratva pakhan had it in his possession for his future wife five years ago. My father said someone gained entry into our home and stole it. My chances at marrying higher up in the food chain were diminished that day.
Then I
