I've had a pretty f****d up life. I don't mourn my parents death, because I never really knew them. I've been on my own my entire life, and I never really had a lot to live for. People always wish for things like money, or clothes, or jewlrey. But all I've ever wanted was someone to love.
On my 18th birthday, I went to a club and got kidnapped by the Russian Mafia.
I know it sounds weird, but my life got better after that. I wouldn't change what happened to me that night at the club, because then I wouldn't have the only thing I always wanted: Someone to love.
I reached across the seat, holding Sinisters hand in mine.
His icy eyes flashed over to mine, and he gave my hand a tight squeeze.
"Do you want to talk about it?" He asked softly
You know how when you're little, you have a favo
