The little princess of the Russian mafia living like a normal teenager is causing more headaches than it should, especially when you have to be her bodyguard at the request of the mafia boss.

It's been two weeks since I had to completely change my path in the mafia life because of you, and what makes it even harder is you being a pain in the ass.

I watch you approach the car as you leave the main college building. I see your expression and already predict that the ride back to your apartment will be extremely "adorable."

"Trouble at your dream college, princess?" I say in a cold, monotone voice with a hint of eccentricity.