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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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My head was pounding when I regained consciousness. For a short time, the throbbing of my head was the only thing I could register until I opened my eyes.
I blinked a few times to be able to see my surroundings in a less blurry way.
The first thought in my mind was that I wished I was still unconscious.
In front of me was a steel table, to my opposite side sat a blond-haired man with a file in his hand. This was the man I had last seen before I passed out.
After my head stopped throbbing, I looked down at myself, I was sitting in a chair, wrists cuffed to the arm rests.
I groaned as I thought about the fact that I woke up in an unfamiliar place again.
Another thought crossed my mind and one corner of my mouth lifted in glee. I looked down to my legs and frowned, they were tied to the chair and quite tightly by the way.
Not nice.
I was still wearing the much too tight dress, my heels were nowhere to be seen. They probably thought I would use them as a weapon. I would never do such a thing.
Okay, I guess I kind of feel sad that they took my shoes away from me.
A clearing of a throat brought my attention to the man sitting at the other side of the table.
I rattled at my ties, which were attached to my wrists, but nothing moved in the slightest.
"You are in one of our safe houses in New York. The boss just has a few questions." said the blond-haired man with blue eyes and short hair, he still looked quite young.
I looked at him appraisingly and relaxed a little in the chair, well, as much as one can relax tied up in a chair. The 'boss' seems to be Antonio.
There was only a slight amount of light in the room. What time might it be? "What time is it?" I asked, to which the man looked at his wristwatch. "It's late." he grumbled. Asshole.
So, the meeting should have been a few hours ago.
I looked at the man, grinning, as he shifted uncomfortably in his chair, sometimes looking up from his file and over at me, only to look back down at his file.
Pissing people off makes it kind of amusing to sit tied up in a cold room.
Not long after, the door of the room opened and a muscular man stepped into the room. The blond-haired man, whose name I now know, jumped up from his chair and put the file back on the table.
He bowed his head in a respectful gesture towards the man who had just entered, "Capo, è andato tutto bene, non ha fatto niente di stupido." [translation: Boss, everything went well, she didn't try anything stupid.]
The man I had been waiting for looked in my direction and nodded at the blond guy. He was about to pass Antonio and leave the room, but stopped when I said something.
