Violetta lives with her mother and her step-father, lived was a loose term in her book. she had just turned 21 and her life had been nothing but hell and abuse. Her stepfather was a judge, but not a good one, most of his money came from bribes and money under the table. Her mother just live off his money. Where does Violetta fit in? Well, she is the child her mother never wanted, he father left her when she was a a toddler. Her mother said he was disgusted she was a girl and not a boy and couldn't stand to be around them anymore. Violetta works at the local café, trying to save money so she can move out of the hell hole she calls home, but her step father expects her to pay her way by handing over most of her earning so its taking longer than she would like. Dimitri is the eldest son of the head of the Russian Mafia. He grew up with the children of his fathers right hand man Josiah. They were close and were heartbroken when the Mafia's Princess went missing when she was four. She had been promised to him when they were younger before her mother ran away taking the Princess with her. now, at the age of twenty eight, he is determined to find out what happened to her and bring her home to her four brothers where she belongs. What he doesn't bargain for is the fact he will be going up against the Italian Mafia
View MoreVioletta's POVI am so confused. These two men, I feel like I know them. The one has the same hair and eye colour as I do. The other, I feel like I have always known him. Both men are very handsome. I am feeling highly overwhelmed here, I don’t understand what is going on.“Sir, we are being followed.” I heard the Driver say and I turned around to see a familiar Mercedes following us.“Oh no, he is coming for me.” I mumbled.“Who is he little dove?” The blonde one asked.“He’s, my stepfather. He will kill me if he gets a hold of me. He told me I had to be home by five.” I could feel myself start to shake. How did he find out so soon?“Let me see your wrists.” The handsome dark-haired man said. I frowned but showed him my wrists.“Shit.” He said looking at a small scar I had no Idea how I got.“What?” The blonde asked.“He’s put a tracker in her, that’s how he found her so fast.”“What?2 I asked looking at him shocked.“Vi, Little dove.” He said lifting my chin so he could look into my
Dimitri’s POVThe plane journey to London from New York took around 7 hours. In that time my father had found everything he could about this Judge. His wife Iliana Granger was our bitch of a mother, so we knew now that it was our little white Dove. The name white dove had come from his mother Nina. She said he coos always reminded her of a dove, and her soft white hair was as white as snow and the name White Dove had stuck. My mother was more of a mum to the five Vassilev children and it broke her when Vi was taken, she felt like her own daughter had been taken from her. Our mother didn’t give a shit about the family, she just wanted the money and the lifestyle that came with being a part of the mafia. She had never been much of a mother to her children, and she was so jealous when Vi came along that she treated her even worse than she treated the boys, all because the baby was getting more attention than she was. It was a surprise when we found out that Anastasia had taken off with V
Dimitri's POVI picked up the frame that sat on my desk, it had three photos in it. The first was of my mother and father on their wedding day Alexia and Nina Koslov. The second was of my father’s second in commands four sons Adrian, Luka, Nikoli and Mishka. Adrian was the same age as me at 28 and when I took over from my father as the next Don of the Russian Mafia US contingent, Adrian would become my second. His younger brother Luka who was 24 would be my Enforcer, and the twins Nikoli and Mishka, both 22, would take over as a couple of my underbosses. The final Picture was when I was 11, sat on my knee was the prettiest little girl wearing a blue pinafore dress and a white shirt under it, a pair of pink unicorn wellies on her feet, and her white, blonde hair was in pigtails which stuck out of the top of her head. The smile on her face lit up her whole aura and her stunning purple eyes that she inherited from the Vassilev blood line showed how happy the little girl was. I had loved
Violetta's POVI woke before my alarm went off, as I always did and rolled off the mattress, I called a bed and onto the dirt floor of the basement, I called my bedroom. I wasn't allowed to live in the main house, as I was a nobody to my mother and stepfather. Other than my mattress, I had a couple of drawers on the floor in which I kept the small collection of cloths in and a ratty blanket I had, had since I moved in here at 4. I stood up and went to the small shower room I had in the basement and turned on the water. Getting in quickly I washed myself as quickly as I could under the freezing cold water, I didn't pay them enough to warrant using the hot water, and the last time I was caught using it, I still have the scars on my back from the beating I got.My mother brought us here when I was four, telling me that my father was disgusted that I was a girl, that wasn't how I remembered him, but then maybe my 4-year-old brain was trying to protect me and made me think I was his little
Violetta's POVI woke before my alarm went off, as I always did and rolled off the mattress, I called a bed and onto the dirt floor of the basement, I called my bedroom. I wasn't allowed to live in the main house, as I was a nobody to my mother and stepfather. Other than my mattress, I had a couple of drawers on the floor in which I kept the small collection of cloths in and a ratty blanket I had, had since I moved in here at 4. I stood up and went to the small shower room I had in the basement and turned on the water. Getting in quickly I washed myself as quickly as I could under the freezing cold water, I didn't pay them enough to warrant using the hot water, and the last time I was caught using it, I still have the scars on my back from the beating I got.My mother brought us here when I was four, telling me that my father was disgusted that I was a girl, that wasn't how I remembered him, but then maybe my 4-year-old brain was trying to protect me and made me think I was his little...
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