On my 20th birthday i couldn’t wait anymore. My papa hasn’t been present for 7 months. Even now that it’s my birthday, He just sent an apology through text, yes, a TEXT with a gift. I always had the perfect life. I never had to worry about anything. Money, Beauty, a father that loves me no matter what. I was naive. Stubborn, Stupid, confident and too proud. I sneaked out that night. Again, NAIVE. I knew where to start. Russia. Moscow. It’s where i was born, but for some reason papa never EVER let me go to Moscow. After landing i walked through the streets, pulling my suitcase behind me. My Americanness showing more than ever, Everyone staring at me like they have seen a ghost. I’ve tried talking with a few people but the moment they saw my face they said something in Russian and walked off. How rude. I didn’t know Russian, i mean i know a few curse words that my papa and Ivan always say at home but the the complete language. Ivan is who took care of me since i was a child, he would go CRAZY when he finds out i am not in my bedroom. After hours of walking i reached my destination, going through my father’s office i have found an address and i assume it would be where i must go. An old couple lived there, they both almost had an heart attack when they saw me c they tried kicking me out the second they met me but after begging them they let me in. About twenty minutes later i came out of that house. Finding out the truth wasn’t as pleasant as i imagined. My Papa has another family. Papa is actually a mafia. My Mother who i never met by the way, was a famous person here in Moscow and i look IDENTICAL to her, well that explains why everyone were looking at me like that. And the most important thing in their opinion was that i NEED to leave Moscow and go back IMMEDIATELY. Before " D’yavol " finds me. I tried so hard to remember what that meant but i couldn’t remember. Trying to process and handle the coldness of the weather while walking through the dark snowy streets i feel someone following me. I looked over my shoulder and saw a man, i couldn’t see his face but his giant form was enough for me to feel the danger. I walk faster so as he. I ran . The man starts running as well. I reach a house’s gates, as i touch the gates he grabs my hair and yanks me down on the snow covered ground, Ripping off my clothes. I scream and squirm, i somehow manage to kick him and use the opportunity to pull myself back up on my feet. The door opens, as if someone heard my screams or saw everything. I throw myself inside, immediately hitting someone as solid as rock. He grabs my waist holding me steady and shutting the door. I stand there with my clothes torn and my hair wild and cheeks wet.my head dizzy from the adrenaline and the hit my head took when he threw me on the ground. I couldn’t help but notice how warm he is despite the weather.

I fainted. Not knowing that i’m in " D’yavol’s " arms. That i’m in his territory. That he owns Moscow, And that he’s my Papa’s rival.