Nikolai Volkov
The funny thing about trust is it’s so hard to gain but so easy to lose. One stupid mistake cost me the only woman I’ve ever loved.
Cost me her.
Tatiana Andreeva.
My fierce, golden-haired goddess with the face of an angel and the attitude of the fucking devil. She was my everything, and I would do whatever it took to get her back, because a life without her was a life not worth living.
Tatiana Andreeva
Even though I didn’t play an active role in the Bratva, I was still very much a Bratva woman.
My dad was an advisor to the Pakhan.
My best friend, a Bratva Princess turned Cosa Nostra Queen.
And her brother, a 6’6 Bratva killing machine, was the man who owned my heart but shattered my soul.
My dad used to read me bed time stories when I was a little girl, of princesses and their knight and shining armour. I used to fall asleep dreaming of the day when I would finally find mine. Someone to love me. Protect me. Be there for me in every way.
But when I needed my Knight, he wasn’t there.
