❝ WAR WIFE ❞ Life wasn't an easy thing for some people.
For some, life was a bloody picnic. It was sunshine and enough food, family and friends constantly at your call. For Zev, back when she had been Charlotte, life had been an abusive father and a drug addiction. Life had been never having enough food and life just hand't been life. It was a lowlife that had pulled her from that low point, tossing her into the life of dancing at a spot infamous for it's criminal association. Even though it had been a shadowy career, it had allowed the girl to get out of her home and into a new life. It was at that time she had become "Zevara," having selected the name after reading it on a poster once for some Russian model. And after all that, Zevara had met Antonio and had been given everything. Jewels and fine silks, and the protection of the Bellaria family and later, the joy of earning her first stamp of approval from her husband.
She still remembered seeing him as he floundered around in his bowl of super, seizing as the poison ran through his veins. Even now, she could recall their joyous cries as the opposing family flooded forward, all taking their turn to sneer and watch as her wonderful floundered like a fish. They still hunted her, of course. That much she knew. She knew that because she had gotten heavily into the crime world, she had made enemies herself and now, the slender caracal had become what was known as a high profile target. She was targeted by normal people, and even more so by the criminal world for her well known name and position within the Bellaria family. And so, while she knew that she could not take on the entire family just yet that opposed what was left of her own, Zev figured that she might as well begin her journey towards making herself feel more... safe.
And so, the dangerous beauty had settled into the clearing that she had denoted in her letter, a robe of gold silk wrapped about her shoulders and over her head. She hoped, dearly, that her letter had not gone astray.