The angel loves me.
This is unexpected news.
My plan was to prove myself a worthy husband and give Georgina the moon, if she so desired. Never in all my imaginings of our life together did I believe she could already love me…at the start. And not at the end, as I’d thought myself crazy to even hope for. As a young boy growing up in a cold home, with a single mother who toiled all hours to put meager helpings of food on the table, I learned that life does not dole out happiness often. Not this kind I’m feeling now, with Georgina’s arms wrapped around my neck.
Like many boys in my neighborhood, I was recruited at a young age by a local Mafiya to increase his ranks. Ranks that constantly depleted due to violence in the Russian streets. On my first assignment at age twelve, I was ambushed b
