The Mafia Boss's Obsession
So I turned to the only thing that ever gave me a sliver of control, Jewelry.
Cross-legged on the floor, my back against the bedframe, I worked in silence. A velvet cloth sprawled in front of me, covered in tiny colored beads that shimmered like secrets. Ruby reds. Frosted whites. A few smoky quartz stones, cold and sharp like the world outside.
And one blue stone, the exact shade of Misha’s eyes.
I hated that I even noticed.
My fingers moved without thought, threading the wire with the steadiness of ritual. Foolish, maybe. But in this, I had power. In this, I created beauty no one could take from me.
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