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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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I walked with quick steps along the corridor, in the direction of the sickrooms. My legs moved as if by themselves, as my brain seems to be losing its composure.
This woman will be the death of me.
Those full red lips and those dark eyes that make your mind think they are innocence, even though one of the most cunning and powerful creatures in the world is hiding behind them.
Although I see the fiery danger, I can't help but reach out my fingers to the fire and feel the heat.
Many of my men walked past me and bowed their heads slightly as a sign of respect when they saw me. They looked terrible, scratches stretched across their faces, but probably their pride was hurt more than their bodies.
The call I got was a lead, a particularly good lead that would take me closer and closer to the head of the Bratva. I turned a corner and spotted Raffaele and Luca standing side by side.
As I walked toward the two, Luca's head bobbed toward me. "Capo." He greeted. [translation: boss.]
I nodded at him with a petrified look, "Did we make any losses?"
Raffaele put a hand in his pants pocket and pulled out a cigarette, "Not yet, there are a few badly injured, but our doctors said they should all pull through."
I nodded thoughtfully, "What about the prisoners? Did they say anything useful?"
They both shook their heads in response, while Raffaele pulled a lighter from his other pants pocket.
I took a deep breath, "Put the cigarette away, I may have found a lead." This seemed to get the attention of the two men.
I leaned against the wall, whereupon a slight pain went through my side. I ignored it, "I got a call from a member of the Russian mafia. To my personal cell phone. I want you to have the name checked."
They both nodded at me and I continued, "His name is Iwan Komarow. He told me he knew Anastasia and was looking for her. That day when all three of us were in her apartment, I gave her my phone number so she could claim my debt to her if she wanted. She left the number in her apartment."
Raffaele twirled his cigarette in his hand for a while before putting it back in his pants pocket. Then he puts the puzzle together, "Oh, when this guy came looking for her, he came to her apartment and found the number."
"That's right," I agreed with him, "He said Lenkov is already back in Russia, in some kind of safe house."
Luca tapped his index finger thoughtfully against his chin as he spoke, "Why should we believe him?"
I looked briefly at the bandaged wound at my side, "It's the only lead we have and I think it's pretty plausible. Why would he linger in this area any longer if he knows we are here?"
Raffaele hummed and looked at me questioningly, "So where should we go?"
A safer feeling crept over me, "To Italy. We'll get reinforcements there and make a plan. Anastasia and that Iwan guy have inside information and with a little luck we'll find out where the stronzo is hiding." [translation: asshole]
