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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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"Boss, is everything all right?"
Antonio grunted and continued to walk toward the front entrance of the huge mansion that was the hideout of the Italian Mafia during their stay in the United States.
Blood seeped through his white shirt at the spot where the metal shard had been hurled at him by the pressure of the bomb.
With a wave of his hand, he indicated to one of his men to leave, "Go, take the Russians to the cells and question them."
With a submissive nod, the man walked away, his eyes meeting mine as he turned away from the Italian and hurried toward the many cars.
The cold wind ran through my hair, sending my curls flying wildly through my face. We took several prisoners, prisoners who could tell us where he is. Where my father is.
After Valentin slumped lifelessly to the ground, the third squad set about moving the wounded into the cars and subjecting most of Valentin's men to what they called 'interrogation'.
I shivered slightly as I continued to walk through the forecourt to the entrance, Antonio in quick stride in front of me. My hand wandered lightly to the thick fabric of the jacket I wore, pulling the huge material tighter around my comparatively small figure.
Antonio had given it to me as we walked from the abandoned warehouse back to the cars.
Wordlessly, but with a worry-like emotion glittering in his eyes, he placed the heavy black jacket over my shoulders. It enveloped my body, where the tattered shirt clung, and protected me from the cold night air.
My feet carried me further to the stairs until the warm air of the entryway wafted toward me.
I blanked out the screams that came from a couple of men who were just being taken from the cars to the hospital rooms and kept walking.
My gaze averted from the floor and I looked up, ahead of me Antonio turned into his wing of the house and silently disappeared into his bedroom.
He seems to have lost a lot of blood, maybe it would be better for him to see a doctor.
Sighing, I walked through the empty hallway toward my bedroom door and strolled inside. A searing pain coursed through my right side and I gritted my teeth.
I squinted my eyes and let the door slam shut behind me. Taking a deep breath, I took off my thick black jacket and pulled up the shirt on one side.
Several bruises and purple marks were visible on my once soft skin. I moved a hand toward the bluish spot and pressed on the broken skin.
A sharp pain ran through my body and I shook my head at my stupidity. I slowly walked towards the bathroom to apply some ointment, but was interrupted by a knock on my door.
My head snapped toward the door and I gulped. There should be no one in this wing except-
"Anastasia, posso entrare?" [translation: Anastasia, can I come in?]
