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Anastasia Lenkov wants to live a normal life as a nurse after escaping her old, brutal life. But her past keeps catching up with her. She is on the run from the Russian mafia, because her father, the boss, will n...
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The sound of a key turning in the door lock and the loud click of the handle as someone opened the door woke me up.
Slowly I opened my eyes, which had to get used to the orange color of the rising sun coming through the windows.
I groaned as a loud voice reached my ear. My back still facing the door, I suspect it's one of the guards, "Miss Lenkov, your father asked for you. The meeting starts soon, he says you are to put on the clothes laid out for you."
I hummed and snuggled closer to my soft pillow. Sleep has never been my best friend. Once again I could only get a few hours of it.
My eyebrows furrowed as I noticed that the door still hadn't closed. I sat up in bed and slowly turned my body towards the door to look at the guard who was still standing in the room.
I sent him a glare, and he stiffened, "My apologies, but I'm supposed to make sure you actually get down there and don't try to play any games."
My huge shirt that I had thrown on the night before ended mid-thigh and slid up a bit as I slid off the bed until my feet touched the floor.
I grinned at him as his gaze followed my movements. As he looked me in the face again, he cleared his throat and pointed to the bathroom door with a quick movement of his head.
As I walked toward him, he put his hand over his gun, which was attached to a band around his waistband.
He sent me a warning glance and I rolled my eyes at him. My feet quickly led me to the walk-in closet and I reached for the black dress. When I looked for underwear, I saw a black lingerie in a drawer and grabbed my stuff to go back out to the bedroom.
The guard leaned against the door and eyed me carefully. I sent him a questioning look, "Do you want to watch me get dressed too, or why are you staring? Freak."
Without waiting for his answer, I went into the bathroom and after a short shower I started to put on the tight dress.
After a quick look in the mirror, I decided to tame my multiple curls that were sticking out from my face and apply some make up, which I found in a cabinet in the bathroom.
After one last look in the mirror I nodded to myself and strolled out of the bathroom.
As soon as I stepped out of the door the guard approached me and held out the high heels in his right hand and I took them out of his grasp.
I sat down on the large bed and put on the shoes, in which I then carefully got up and walked towards the door. Thankfully, I can walk in them.
The man held the door open for me and wrapped his hand around my upper arm. I looked up into his face, annoyed, and his challenging gaze looked down at me with a raised eyebrow. "Don't try anything." he repeated his warning from earlier.
The man led me towards a huge room with a long table in the middle. In front of the room, next to the door on each side, stood a guard.
The guard, who was still holding my upper arm, nodded to the two other men at the door and entered the room with me. My father was sitting at the head of the table, in front of him a newspaper and in one hand he was holding a glass with a dark liquid.
