Zylce Jackson
In Russia there was a school that did not appear on any map. It had no official name, but in the underworld everyone knew it: it was the academy where the future leaders of the most powerful mafias in the world were trained. I had been studying there for as long as I could remember. He was the son of the leader of the Russian mafia, raised among weapons, strategies and dangerous silences. To everyone, I was cold, untouchable... the perfect heir. Until she arrived. Zylce was American, 18 years old and had an aura that didn't fit in that dark place. Her beauty was impossible to ignore, but what was most striking was her gaze: confident, defiant, as if she were not afraid of anything. She was not just any student. She was called "the princess of the mafia", daughter of one of the most feared bosses in the United States. From the first exchange of glances, something changed. We were seated together in strategy classes. I spoke little, she smiled too much for that place. He said he wasn't impressed by men
About Zylce Jackson
In Russia there was a school that did not appear on any map. It had no official name, but in the underworld everyone knew it: it was the academy where the future leaders of the most powerful mafias in the world were trained. I had been studying there for as long as I could remember. He was the son of the leader of the Russian mafia, raised among...Read more