Laying in bed, the eeriness of the quiet house was playing with her mind. She knew she was safe. Her security system was state of the art, part of her purchasing the property. She also paid for a full team of six men to be on site, though none of them were Russian.
Yet, for as secure as she knew herself to be, she was unsettled. The accusations and truths her friends, including Eric, blasted her with today were causing her to do more introspection than she was prepared to do.
Was she really the reason her father didn’t spend the time with her she wanted? She knew she liked getting her own way and didn’t hesitate to voice her displeasure and refusing to do things she wasn’t inclined to, but was her behavior why she’d been deemed the bratva brat?
She couldn’t stop thinking of the things E
