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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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"Hey," her voice reached my ear and she paused slightly before continuing, "princess."
My Mama looked back at me from the front seat, her head cocked to face me. The car was large, however the tall broad built man next to me took up a lot of space.
I watched my legs dangle in the air from the seat. It looked funny. I let out a soft giggle as I let them swing in the air once again.
"Look at me when I'm talking to you. Yes, Stasia? Your father wouldn't like that." Her voice sounded gentle, yet at the same time like a warning.
Slowly my eyes left my legs and I looked at her. My legs stopped swinging and hung stiffly from the car seat I was sitting on.
Her eyes are brown, like mine. Her hair is dark, like mine.
She smiled slightly at me, "We'll be home soon, okay? It's going to take a little while. In the meantime, talk to Vincenzo."
She looked at Vincenzo and spoke, "You have permission to talk to her. Until we arrive back at home, that is." She had once explained to me that people of lower rank were not allowed to talk to me. Not without permission, anyway.
I nodded and lifted the corners of my mouth very briefly. Mama turned back in her seat toward the front windscreen. I let out a short sigh. The evil-looking driver scared me. He looked creepy.
My head turned slightly to the tall man to my left in the back seat.
I was looking straight up at the level where his stomach was. He was wearing a white shirt and simple black long pants. The driver, on the contrary, was wearing a black suit.
The man next to me straightened up in his seat. I had to lean my head back in my neck to look up at him and finally see his face.
I like Vincenzo. He's calm and quiet.
His gaze was fixed forward and every now and then he checked the side mirrors of the car. I started swinging my legs again.
"Hey Vincenzo." The corners of my mouth pulled up into a toothy smile.
