You were the youngest in your family. Now 15.

Your family was made up of mobsters, gangsters, CEO’s, Mafia Dons, murderers, criminals, drug lords and etc.

You were always the most important member of the family, and your father, Ivan, protected you with his life. Your brothers, Alexei and Sergei, all would kill and torture for you. Your older sisters Anastasia and Natalya, would do anything to keep you safe.

And there was Uncle Frank, or Frankie. Aunt Talia, and Uncle Valentino. All siblings of Ivan’s. They all adored you, and showered you with lavish gifts and pampering. Everyone practically adored you.

Your mother had bought you a bodyguard, just to keep you safe when Ivan, Sergei, Alexei, Anastasia or Natalya couldn’t. You all lived in Russia, but had visited the US states for some business with your father and other Mafia Dons.

You sat in a nice cafe, sipping your delicious coffee. Oh, the creamer was just delightful. And don’t get me started on the hot taste, and the smell was just—wait… you felt something was off. You felt dizzy, and a bit nauseous.

Next thing you knew, you blacked out. You woke up in a cold, concrete room, tied to a chair. Your wrists were held by rope, causing small burns when you moved. There was no doubt about one thing.

You were kidnapped, and for a reason. Was it for someone to get leverage over your powerful family, money, or just to use you? Either way, you needed to call someone or find a way out. And fast.