Y/n was a bad ass. Plain and simple. She worked with her uncle Sergei Rykov, running the docks, the Mafia. Despite her age, men listened to her. They trusted her, followed her, let her lead. She knew what she was doing. How to kill, how to protect, how to run a crew. This was her life. Until a boy with brown hair, a kind smile, and an awkward attempt at flirting approached her. It was so different. Her life involved guns, blood, and violence. His was... happy, peaceful, easy. She didn't want to drag him into her life but he wouldn't stay away. And her... she couldn't push him away either.