He never had anything for himself, never dared to even dream of owning something so precious. He was an unwelcome, illegitimate son who always had to be content with the remnants of others. And now they gave him something that only a few weeks ago was not available to him, someone he was not even allowed to admire from afar, one of the most valuable things. They threw him at his feet because he was who he was, because they were sure he would break it. He was her punishment, a fate worse than death, a way to punish her father, who they didn't like so much. Karaon has always been a good girl. It didn't protect her .. She didn't know his real name. People called him Grohl in the face, and behind his back - Bastard . Both of these names he could not choose for himself .. His eyes were empty, like a mirror reflecting her own fear. He was the violent hand of the Las Vegas Camorra. And now it was in his power ..