As of 9-27-16 this book has been revised, re-edited, and re-released for your reading pleasure.
We are born Bratva–We die Bratva! You’ve met my cousin Glazov, now please allow me to introduce myself. My birth name was Mathias Novak. I had changed it when I left New York at a young age and relocated to California. You see, ‘Carl Sims’ sounded much more Americanized and it would keep me from being viewed as a mobster, or a thug.
I like to think of myself as a business man with an edge and the words mobster and thug carry a stigma with them that I do not want to be associated with. Being of European descent I am very particular. I am a polished man, a very precise man and perfected at anything that I do.
Not just any woman has the capability to snag my attention, it takes a certain something if you will and women like Katrina are few and far between. I have no intention of letting Katrina get away from me. Then there is also the issue of the diary. I will be keeping Katrina on a short leash…
To say that I am a dangerous man would be an understatement; let’s just say that Katrina crossed the wrong man when she stole that diary and if forced marriage is the only way to keep her from testifying against me; well then, So.Be.It.
I was doing great. Riding high on the success of my bestseller. Until the Mobster I stole from to write the book demanded his diary back. Giving that diary back would be admitting I had stolen it and used it to write my story.
It meant admitting my novel which had now become a worldwide, phenomenal best seller; was nothing more than a hoax. This created a grave problem, it meant losing a lot of money and worse than that, it meant my reputation as a writer would be ruined.
I had no choice, I would have to try and charm this snake, somehow, some way; into not ruining all that I had worked for. But forced marriage?!? He couldn’t be serious, or could he?