Zoya texted me to invite me to her birthday party. She didn't address any part of our little drama or apologize for anything. She acted like I was just another acquaintance she invited to her birthday party.
I wasn't going to lie, it stung but since she had invited me, I figured it was best to attend. We were just going through a rough patch. Once we fixed our issues, she would be more mad if I didn't attend her party.
I had to get her a present and pick out a dress for the party.
I was still living in Milo's mansion.
He was barely around and I understood it was partly due to mafia business. He always had new cuts or bruises after he disappeared for hours. A part of me was worried.
However, I figured he was already used to that kind of life. I heard he took over the Bratva when he was twenty years old. He was the youngest Pakhan of the Bratva to ever live.
He had been doing it for over twenty years. He must have been really good.
