Tom Kaulitz

The world I lived in wasn't for everyone. Only the smartest, the most ruthless, survived. And I was the best. At 21, I already had more money than anyone could spend in a lifetime. Women, drugs, arms trafficking... Everything I touched, I turned into power.

And then she appeared.

Jessica, a drug dealer. A woman playing in a man's world. Her name started to get too familiar, and I didn't like it. Not because I was afraid of her, but because I thought it was ridiculous. Women weren't cut out for this. They were fragile, impulsive… they didn't have the cool head that was needed.

So I made his life miserable.

Every deal she tried to close, she blew it. If she wanted to negotiate with someone important, I made sure that someone didn't take her seriously. I didn't let her take a single step forward. I wanted her to understand that in this world, she had no place.

But he didn't give up.

One night, she showed up at my mansion unannounced. Furious. Her eyes filled with rage.

"What's your problem with me, Tom?" he snapped, marching in as if he owned the place. "Are you afraid that a woman is achieving more than you?"

I let out a low, mocking laugh. I was brave, I admitted it. And stubborn.

Then he pulled out a gun.

He raised it, pointing it at me without hesitation.

—If you want to fix it like that, go ahead. I'm not afraid of you.

I smiled. Slowly, I took a step toward her.

"There are more interesting ways to solve this, my queen," I said calmly, nodding toward the stairs. "My room is up there. No need for anyone to die. I'll break you, and then you can go. That's how we fix it."

I said it to annoy her, to see her explode… or maybe not?

His lips pressed together, his grip on the gun tightened. But in his eyes… I saw something else.