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You grab the door knob and twist it.

The door opens.

Your four new guards stand outside. Each of them hold guns at their sides.

You ask them where Kazimir is. One points to a red door at the end of the hallway.

Then, the man howls again in agony. The noise rips through the air. And now you are certain the screaming man is in there too.

Your heart beats increase.

Although nervous, you go in the direction of the howling.

Your guards follow.

A sudden realization washes over you.

Your future husband is a giant in the mafia world. You are now understanding that this will be your new normal.

So many things could come from this new life. Questions hit your mind. Will you be alone a lot, never knowing his dangerous business? What does he expect from a wife? Does he want tons of children? How can you best support him? And in what ways do you want him to support you?

This is all new to you, and even more it will be a dangerous journey, but this is the life you have chosen.

The ring weighs heavy on your finger, yet no doubts come to you. You’re confident that you chose correctly.

You reach the red door, grab the cold knob, and open the door.

The screams sound louder.

Uneasiness rises within you, but you walk in anyway.

To your shock, Kazimir’s cousin, Misha is tied to a chair. He is hunched over. Dark purplish bruises decorate both of his eyes. Blood drips from his face and onto his shirt and pants.

Kazimir stands next to him with his hands fisted. Blood coats your lion’s fingers.

Stunned, you open your mouth.

Kazimir turns your way. Where rage had covered his face, suddenly it shifts to joy. “Good morning,Novoluniye.”

You clear your throat and ask him what is going on.

Kazimir puts his view back on Misha. Disgust laces his voice. “It appears my cousin has made you the center of his new obsession.”

More shock rocks your body.

“I would show you all the footage that he has saved on his laptop of you, but it is too disrespectful.” Kazimir sneers. “My cousin has been watching you shower, sleep, dress, and even pee. Sick bastard.”

You have no idea what to do with this information.

Kazimir continues, “My men walked in on him jacking off to a video of you taking off your clothes.”

Misha spits blood on to the floor and drags his view to you. “But, what my cousin doesn’t say is that he asked me to start watching you in the first place.”

Kazimir’s fist flies into the air and falls down, crashing into Misha’s face with a wet smack. Misha’s body along with the chair he is in, falls back and slams to the floor. Blood splatters around him.

Misha howls in pain. His body twitches.

Kazimir turns back to you. “He’s correct. I did ask him to monitor you.”