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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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After the last stitch I sank back in the wing chair and looked at the blood on my hands. Iwan was beaten up pretty badly.
After a quick glance at the freshly patched up exhausted man in front of me in the bed, I knew I should leave. He needs rest.
Fatigue came over me and everything spun around me as I got up from the soft comfortable chair. My vision went black and I froze to the spot.
My legs were jelly and I knew I would collapse before I could take another step.
I have trouble sleeping, when I sleep a thousand nightmares swirl around in my brain all over again and that's the last thing I need right now.
I looked at Antonio, who was leaning against the door, his arms folded in front of him and a dark stare on his face.
His eyes darted to me and a look of concern flashed across his face. The very next moment he was standing next to me.
I took a deep, shaky breath as his large hand settled on my shoulder. His voice was low, "What's wrong?"
Iwan, who was still lying on the bed, was now looking at me as well, his gaze hard as he watched us interact with each other.
My field of vision became a bit foggier and I looked up at Antonio.
He sighed hard, but I didn't miss the twitch of his plump lips when I didn't answer his question. He picked me up with ease as I wrapped my arms around his neck to stabilize myself.
Antonio then nodded to Iwan as he walked out the door with me in his arms, "Iwan."
I lifted my head and looked to Iwan with a blank stare as he nodded as well, "Antonio."
With that the door closed behind us and I laid my suddenly overly heavy head on his chest, his warmth wrapped around me like a fluffy blanket.
I liked it and it was scaring me.
It scares me how my skin prickles when he touches me.
It scares me how every time he looked at me, his eyes would soften and he seemed to sense what I was thinking, even though I was putting on an absolutely perfect emotionless mask.
It scares me that I felt strangely safe in his strong arms.
I, Anastasia Lenkov, the oh so emotionless monster, was scared. And I didn't even know why.
He carried me all the way up to another floor as my eyes grew heavier, "Where are we going?" Antonio looked down at me as he continued walking, a few messy black strands of hair falling in his face as he did so.
"To our room." Amused, he looked straight ahead again, a small smirk playing around his lips.
Oh okay.
His thumb made circular gentle movements over the skin on my leg as he walked on. Moments later, he skillfully pushed open a door with his elbow as the other two hands held my body tightly.
