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Chapter 11 | His? I think not

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Some thoughts remain stuck in my head.

"I can't stay in England| What has he done?| I went to Spain| What's the deal with your brother?| Demetrios 'the God' Nikolayev! You understand now?!| He's a top one manipulator| What has he done?| At least my mother wasn't so mentally weak to end her own life!| He's a psychopath| They call him God?| I'll never leave you here alone babe| What kind of a monster laughs at his mother's suicide?| I won't leave you alone| I'm sorry, I can't stay| She left| I can't stay in England. . .|"

Conversations of all sorts of the past week's memories are echoing through my mind. I can't shut them out.

"What has he done?| I can't stay. . ."

She left. . . I keep thinking about the fight she and Dimitri had in the gym a couple of weeks back. So many things are unclear to me. . . What of an awful thing has he done that she can't even confront him about it? Has her mother really left her on the street to beg? What happened to their father? What kind of a psycho laughs at his mother's suicide? Why do people call him God?

Why Ana really left?

I walk to the windows at the head of my bed, moving the curtains and letting the sun into my room. The clock shows half past twelwe in the afternoon and I swear to God that working afternoon is so much better than morning's shift. This way I don't have to serve breakfast to all of them murderers at the table. Well, only the higher rank ones, but still.
Anyway, this week I'm doing the laundry, cleaning some rooms, those kinds of chores.

I still can't believe that Ana really left. I don't blame her, but. . . I mean, I really am alone now. I have no idea why he let me stay and I don't have the actual courage to find out anymore. It'd be so much easier if she was here. This way I'd not feel so damn alone.

I dress myself into my maid uniform and put my curls up into a high ponytail then brush my teeth. Thankfully Yuri's grasp didn't leave a big bruise on my neck so I can cover it pretty quickly. Ugh, look at you, talking about it like it's normal.

I decide to skip lunch, or in my case breakfast, and get to work. I leave my room and walk down the hallway, heading to ground floor where the washing and ironing room is.
I meet a couple of security guards and other maids on my way there. This corridors are so long, jeez. I swear those guards have to be burning at least 1000 calories while just walking up and down this mansion.

Finally I reach the room, stepping inside I see Laura and some other maids taking care of the laundry. Some of them are carrying new baskets full of clothes, curtains, table cloths and so on and on. I get to work getting a couple of more washing machines started and start ironing the laundry that has been washed already.

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I think about 2 hours in my chore there is a loud thud behind me.
I turn around, seeing that on the other side of the room, one of the maids has dropped the basket full of fresh washed and ironed clothes.

Then I see why.

"Oh, I'm so so sorry sir." She panics, quickly picking up the clothes right next to his feet.

My heart beat increases, what is he doing here? He never comes down here.

The boss of Russian mob towers over her, his cruel look alone making everyone freeze in fear. Including me.
He's wearing that expensive black suit along with a black vest over his chest. So classy, as always.