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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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"That was awesome." Raffaele looked at Riccardo, who was getting up, and then back at me. Antonio looked down and shook his head in amusement.
The men slowly began to leave the gym until Antonio and I were the last ones in the big hall. I sat down on the bench and was taking the bandages off my hands when I heard his deep voice, "I want you to accompany me to a meeting tonight."
I looked up at, "A meeting?"
He hummed, "It's at one of my clubs, I have some important business to finish."
I placed a bandage next to me on the bench and looked busily at my other hand, which I was fiddling with, "Why do you want me to go?"
"You're still under my guard and since I can't stay here you'll just have to come with me."
Why won't this damn thing come off?
He put his index finger under my chin and slowly moved it up so I was looking at him. "Look." He took my hand in his and slowly undid the bandage.
When the white piece of cloth was completely unwound, he placed it on the bench to the other one. "The maids will bring you clothes to wear."
He gave me one last look before sauntering to the door, leaving me alone in the hall.
This guy is such a pain in the ass. I got up and walked towards the exit past the punching bags. "Look." I mimicked him in a deep voice and hit the punching bag with my fist.
It swung backwards after my hard punch and the chain it was attached to the ceiling rattled. The pain set in immediately after and I groaned out, "Fuck." I clasped my hand with the other and looked around the hall. No one there.
The rattling of the chain slowly stopped as the punching bag came to a stop again. I gave the bag one last evil look and walked in the direction of my room.
What the hell is wrong with me?
My feet carried me through the hallways decorated with paintings, and I soon stopped in front of my room.
I would have to spend my time here until evening, everyone in this house had their chores to do except for me.
I opened it and entered, the sight of a tray of food on the nightstand cheered me up a bit. A chair stood in a corner of the room, a red cloth hanging over it. A few more clothes were on the chair, probably brought by the maids.
Stepping closer to it, I took the silky fabric in my hands and held it outstretched in front of me.
A red dress.
I threw it back over the chair and strolled to the bathroom to wash the tension from my body. I probably shower way too often, it makes me feel like washing away all my worries, it has never worked.
Entering the bathroom, I stripped down from my things and walked toward the glass door leading into the large shower.
Lights decorated the ceiling above the shower and countless shampoos sat on a shelf in the wall.
