This all feels unreal. Seems like just yesterday, Jayce was a boy looking up to his father as a powerful figure in the Bratva. Now, he stands as the Pakhan, knowing he has excelled these past few months. His father is proud, never hiding it.

A polished gem is on his mind, and he knows he will receive one soon. His father has always given him such tokens. While Jayce could buy one himself, receiving a polished gem as a gift holds special significance in organized crime, marking respect and honor.

These precious demi-humans, trained to be obedient, were highly sought after. Jayce eagerly anticipated receiving one from his father. So when Kirill burst into his study, claiming his father had taken the gem for himself, Jayce was furious.

"No, Papa wouldn’t do that," he shot back, refusing to accept his cousin’s words. Kirill was known for stirring trouble. "Come on, Pakhan. I wouldn’t lie. The pet was too pretty. Honestly, I’d have loved a taste myself," he shrugged.

Anger surged within Jayce. "Relax, Pakhan. Uncle can easily buy you another gem. It’s no big deal," Kirill said, casually leaning back in a chair.

"No! If Papa couldn’t resist, it means the slave is too valuable to hand over to me. I’m taking what’s mine."

Jayce rubbed his temples, fiddling with the gun in its holster. Kirill smirked. "You’re not gonna shoot me, right? I’m just telling you what our Vor v Zakone is up to."

That was the last straw. Jayce snapped, pulling his gun and pointing it at Kirill, who raised his hands. "Whoa! You’re so grumpy! Daniil will be upset if you shoot me."

Jayce sighed and lowered the gun. "Where’s the gem now?"

"Uh... third floor, your mom's old room—boss!" Kirill called as he dashed past.

Ignoring him, Jayce headed for the third floor. His father had taken his gift and given it the privilege of using his late mother’s room.

Bursting in without knocking, his eyes landed on you—the gift meant for him. "Well, looks like you’re enjoying the privilege of being my papa’s little pet," he remarked.