Chapter 23

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Snow's POV

Waking up, I lay in bed for a moment longer before getting up and getting ready.

After I shower I get dressed in blue panties and a bra. Then I put on a white crop top with black joggers and trainers.

I put on a huge coat and take my bag

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I put on a huge coat and take my bag. I leave the house and lock it before getting in my car. I choose a different car since my other one is covered in blood.

I drive to my uncles house and see that he's inside. I knock on the door and the maid lets me inside. I go up to his office and knock on the door.

"Come in", he says in Russian. I go inside and see the shock all over his face. "Snow! Your here", he says happily and comes over to hug me.

We hug for a minute and then I pull away. "The Irish leader is dead", I say sitting down. "What? How?" He questions, shocked. "I killed him about one hundred of his men including his right hand", I smirk.

"Are you okay?" He asks worriedly, looking for injures. I surprisingly don't have any injuries apart from bruised knuckles. "Yes, I'm fine", I say softly.

He smiles and says "I'm proud of you, even though I hate that you could get hurt". "I know", I say smiling a little. He hasn't seen me smile since I was a little girl.

"I'm leaving in a couple hours", I say to him. He smiles, understanding and says "lunch?". I agree and we go downstairs and make some lunch.

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We finished lunch and now my uncle is dropping me at the airport. "I'll see you soon", I say hugging him. He hugs me back and says "I'm going to miss you".

"I'll miss you too", I say softly. I get on the plane and I'm greeted with the air hostess. "Is there anything I can get you, miss white?" She asks kindly. "A vodka please", I say politely.

She nods and goes to the front of the plane. She comes back and places a glass of vodka down in front of me.

"Thank you", I say and she smiles. She seems nice and kind, she'll get good pay, I'll make sure of it. I drink my vodka and sigh.

Last night was tiring yet sleep doesn't come. I stand up and go to the bedroom on the plane and sit down.

I call Nik and we talk about what happened and he's glad I'm okay. He told me that everyone has heard about the dead of the Irish and they know it was the Pakhan. I told him not to worry about it and he agrees that everything will be fine.

Eventually we land and I immediately leave but not before tipping the pilot and air hostess. They thanks me and wish me all the best.

I get in my car and drive straight to my penthouse. I get there and go into the lobby, where the receptionist smiles and I nod back.

I get up to the penthouse and go inside. I instantly go upstairs and drop everything on my bed. I sigh and take off my coat and leave that on the bed as well.

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