The Russian mafia princess and the Italian mafia king. It's a wise old mafia tale: they are each other's biggest competitor, but the heart doesn't see competition it just sees love... sometimes.
Sometimes the darkness just needs some light and the...
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"Where the FUCK are my reports, I expected them an hour ago!" An angry feminine voice sneered.
God why does my head hurt so much I feel like an elephant is sitting on my brain. Ok Katerina just open your eyes 1...2...3 open.
Opening my eyes, the blinding bright lights, made me close them shut again while I mumbled a soft groan.
Opening one eye I see a woman making her way to the door in my room to lower the lights.
Opening my other eyes, I was able to quickly adjust to the lighting and look over to the woman who was coming to my bed.
"Alina?"
"Hi baby love,"
Giving her a small smile, I'm hit with all the memories of what happened- the bombing, my father and brother not answering my calls- me collapsing.
"Alina what-"
"No, you need to take it easy and before you ask me 1 million questions this is about you. So now tell me what hurts?" She demanded.
"Alina my brother and my dad the bombs."
"I get that you're injured but I'm really not against giving you a little bullet graze." She said while pulling out her gun from her holster she then scolded, " So I'm going to ask again tell me what hurts."
Alina is probably the only person in the world who scares the living shit out of me. It's probably because she's the only one who has the nerve to threaten me, and they're not even threats their promises.
"My head hurts, it feels like I have a really bad hangover, but I didn't even have a fun night of partying. And my throat is really dry and scratchy, but I think I'm just thirsty." I whispered while a few tears fell from both of my eyes.
Leaning over Alina wiped my tears away and gave me a soft smile. Giving me a look, she replied with, "see these are problems I can fix."
She pushed a little red button that was on the wall-I assume will tell a doctor to come in and check on me. After pushing the button, she went and walked over to the bathroom, coming out with a plastic cup filled with water.
Sitting up slightly I accepted the water Alina gave me, and the cool liquid going down my throat instantly quenched my thirst.
"There's my girl," a deep Russian voice said.
Looking up at my door my doctor came strutting in.
"Dr. Orlov?!, what are you doing in New York?"
Dr. Orlov is a sweet man in his 60s, he's been the mafia's lead doctor for over 40 years. He's basically been my second dad, but cooler.
Sharing a concerning look with Alina, Dr. Orlov shook his head and said, "I'm just going to give you some medicine for your head and check your vitals."
