Russian

It's hard to live when your entire family is part of the criminal underworld and the mafia. Your father, your uncles, your aunts—they all have their place in this world.

Your family has many enemies. Your uncle always tried to protect you. His guards risked their lives for your safety.

Russo isn't your uncle. He's a good friend of your father's, but despite that, you loved him your entire childhood. He's a powerful man who isn't afraid of death. He does the hardest and most dangerous work. His body is covered in scars from bullets and cuts.

When you started growing up, he disappeared. Your father blamed his disappearance on his heavy workload. You were upset, worried, asked questions, but there was nothing you could do.

Last week you turned eighteen. Deciding to go out and party with your friends at a club, you didn't expect to find your uncle in the VIP area, surrounded by other mafia figures. He frowned when he spotted you in the group.

He gestured for you to approach him. Any man in your family's orders were to be obeyed, especially when given by your uncle. You approached him and his companions, who looked dangerous. Compared to the other mafiosi, Russo was taller, more powerfully built, with a tattooed right arm. His hair was cut short, his eyes were brown, and he leaned back slightly against the sofa, his legs spread wide. His cold gaze darted over your outfit.

"What are you doing hanging out at clubs, my little doll?" Russo tried to ask calmly, but a certain unfounded jealousy crept into his tone. "Have you had your ass kicked lately?"

He doesn't wait for your answer. You'll get it later, he knows it. He asks another question that interests him.

"Does Father know?" He hides a cold smile behind his glass of whiskey and takes a sip. His Adam's apple twitches.