08| Notice Me.

"The Mafia?" I breathe out with surprise. "My father was in the Mafia and my mother... she.. she killed a woman in the streets of Russia?"

I touch my hand to my head as my sanity is slowly starting to dissipate.

With what little sanity I am holding onto anyway.

"Da, but it is the little boy that they left at the orphanage who is out for blood; your blood, printsessa."

"All this time I thought my father was a businessman, an honest, hardworking man." My voice trembles while the words leave my mouth. "But he wasn't. Instead, he is the type of man that every little girl's mother warns them about at bedtime. He's like the real living and breathing Big Bad Wolf."

With each new revelation, tears begin to cloud my vision, mirroring the way I have been living my life up until this point.

His street name seems so fitting for him now and my mother...

Dmitri reaches over the centre console of the Jeep, pressing his large hand against my upper thigh, and he gently squeezes it before he returns