Beta: BethIsMyName
Sorry this chapter is short. It's more like a prologue.
Full Summary: Abe is a Mafia Boss; Rose is his daughter who needs protection (at all times). Rose and Dimitri were friends while children, but he had to go take over the family business. Now he wants her back. Dimitri made a deal with Abe - and won - he now owns Rose.
-Dimitri-
The last time I smiled was when I was a child with Roza. We had been eight at the time, and my birthday was the next day, but we enjoyed it playing Cowboys the day before. I was pretending to be a Sheriff from the Old West with Roza, much to her distaste, being the damsel in distress.
"Help! Help!" I heard Roza scream from inside the house. I quickly ran to her aid and followed the sound of her voice.
She was in the kitchen with two glasses of milk and a plate full of chocolate-chip cookies. I raised an eyebrow. "Having milk and cookies isn't a part of the Wild West." She grinned.
"No. But I think each Sheriff should have a milk-and-cookie break." I grinned back at her. We ate our food, talking happily away about what we wanted to do tomorrow for my birthday.
I missed days like that. All good things must come to an end, but that doesn't mean I can't keep good memories. Ever since my ninth birthday, things in my life just went downhill. The Mazur, Belikov, Ivashkov, Dragomir and Ozera blood lines have all been in the Mafia Business for a very long time. I took over the Belikov Company at the age of sixteen, just three years after I met my pathetic excuse of a father.
Being in the Mafia took skill and high order critical-thinking skills. That is, if you wanted to survive. It also took a lot of money, allies and meetings. In fact, I was now meeting with Zmey A.k.a. Ibrahim 'Abe' Mazur. But this meeting wasn't about business. It was about his daughter.