NYA SEMYONOV is a smart, 'innocent girl' who lost her mother in a 'fatal accident'. She is moving to the USA to attend the University of Washington, leaving her father and brother in Russia, and starting the next chapter in her life. All she wants...
⚠️ *Panic attack and drugging contained in this chapter*⚠️
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As I stand there completely shocked, eyes wide, staring up to the two men in my doorway. They stay silent, completely still, smiling down at me. They must be at least 6 feet compared to my 5,4 frame, so the idea of even trying to run away is demolished, considering if I even try and slip out of the door, I would be blocked by the two massive men.
Without even thinking, I slam the door in their faces, lock it and sprint to my bedroom. Making sure the bedroom door is locked and secured, I race over to my bed and hide under the covers, breathing heavily and trying to convince myself this is just a silly nightmare.
Two minutes past and I'm left here, still hiding under the covers, assuming they must have retreated to wherever they came from. That is until I hear the door slam back open and two pairs of heavy footsteps roaming around my apartment.
However, soon they must realise I am not in that area of the penthouse as I hear them start walking down the corridor and stop right outside of my bedroom door. It softly opens and I start breathing heavier and heavier, tears rolling down my cheeks, as the footsteps get closer until they end up at the edge of my bed.
One of them chuckles,
"I don't think she's in here, Flynn,"
"No, I don't think she is, let's just go, Nico."
Nico and Flynn. The Lombardi Brothers.
I breath out a sigh of relief, assuming they are just going to leave, but the relief is short lived when suddenly, the sheets are ripped of my body, and I am left staring right up at the brothers.
I scream, jumping of my bed in a flash and racing out of my room as fast as I can, hearing large, heavy footsteps right behind me. Thoughts race through my head, trying to figure out why I never participated in track, I never actually thought I would be in this situation, running for my life from home invaders.
The only idea I have is to run to the kitchen, get to the secret cabinet filled with weapons and attempt to fend of the two men, but unfortunately that plan seems to fail miserably, when I suddenly feel two strong arms wrap around my waist and lift me up into the air.
"LET ME GO, LET ME GO YOU PSYCHO!"
I kick and scream trying to get out of his arms, but I soon realise that the more I struggle the tighter his arms secure around me, kind of like he's trying to make sure I don't- hurt myself? More and more tears fall down my face, like my eyes are a god damn tap. My breathing gets quicker, leaving me panting, not able to get air into my poor lungs.
I'm having a panic attack. God please not again.
"Hey hey hey, calm down, calm down it's okay,"
I eventually give out, going limp and I feel myself getting lifted from one pair of arms into another,
