Stasia Hale Romanov the daughter of Vlad and Sasha Romanov the Russian mafias princess the angel princess of her brothers and father what happens when the Italians kidnapp her and her mother and they return only the angel princess without her mother...
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Stasia Hale Romanov pov:
"NO NO P-PLEASE" a cry ripped out of my lips like a prayer, turning and tossing I wake-up with a loud cry.
The air leaving my lungs is heavy. Closing my eyes, I count to 20. He taught me that it used to calm me. Now, not so much.
My feet meet the cold floor. I get up, looking at my phone. It's 4 a.m. again.
Opening my cupboard and finding the white and red box, I take a cigarette and a lighter. Opening the balcony door, I slip outside.
Putting myself on the edge of the balcony, I light my cigarette and blow my worries away. Puff after puff, a serene feeling washes over me. I feel better now.
Going inside my bathroom and getting in the shower, I wash away my hurt, washing my hair and being careful around my not so bad injuries. I mean, I had worse.
I couldn't train today as I feel like he broke every bone in my body. He probably did.
"Well, that's my adoptive father. I escaped the devils, but my luck is still bad as I seem to always end up with abusive motherfuckers."
"I had to go to his house yesterday because the police came to investigate. The neighborhood called the police because he was drunk, knocking on their doors, and saying crude words."
They almost arrested him. I wish they did, but they didn't. Assholes.
"Well, I hope he dies in a ditch, orrr I kill him and throw his body in a ditch. Wow, Sia, smart idea. No wonder you were in a psych ward that you escaped from and burned. Oh well, life goes on, baby."
I get out of the shower, brush my hair, use the Dyson hairdryer to dry 50 percent of my hair, then style it with the Dyson brush. Finally, I put Gisou honey oil in my hair. Wow, my hair looks pretty.
I then put on skincare/makeup, cleanse my face, wash it with rice water. After that, I put on a milk toner and let it dry. Then I do a 7-step toners with rice toner and milk toner. After that, I put on a vitamin C serum and sunscreen.
I start with makeup trying to cover some bruises on my face and neck, then I put some blush, eyeliner, a lip stain, and top it with Laneige Lip Sleeping Mask.
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I didn't wear something classy as l'm planning to go to my favorite place. Please note the sarcasm. At this point, the police station is my second most visited place.
Hmm, street racing, then a fight. Oh, oh, and maybe arson. Or I could share my art on a wall. Hmm, sounds good to me.
Going downstairs, I go to my wine cellar, taking Scotch and vodka, grabbing a big cup, mixing both, and chugging the drink in one go.
"Well, I know it's unhealthy, and I'm preparing myself for an early grave. It's kinda the point. But when the asshole put his hands on me yesterday, coffee is simply not enough to, you know, make me calm."
Going to my garage I take my favorite baby out.
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Getting inside, I drive out of my gateway and speed away from all the cars while playing "Church" by Chase Atlantic; the group is a vibe.
