Immigrant girl

Chapter 23. Alex.

I didn't have time to understand what had happened. On the one hand, everything was happening in slow motion, but on the other, it all happened so quickly that I didn't even have time to react. Sam lunged at Anya, striking her sharply in the stomach, and then pushed her, causing Anya to fall on the steps and seemingly hit her head.

It felt like an eternity had passed, but at some point, the shock disappeared, and I rushed forward to hold Sam back before she jumped on top of Anya.

Grabbing Sam's arm, I pulled her towards me and looked down at her. "Have you completely lost your mind? If you move, I'll fucking kill you." Anger boiled within me, and I was ready to explode. I tugged her arm again and pushed her behind me. I knelt next to Anya and immediately checked if she was breathing. I felt a faint breath as I held my hand near her mouth and nose. I sighed in relief. "Little one?" I leaned over her ear and gently stroked her head. "Anya, can you hear me? Come on, wake up, princess."

"What? And you're worried about another one of your pussies??? Princess???" Sam's shrill voice echoed off the walls.

"Shut your fucking mouth, Sam! Seriously, enough is enough! You've crossed all the boundaries. What's gotten into you? You almost killed her, for fucking sake!" I barely held back from standing up and giving her a resounding slap to try to bring some sense into her.

"Don't you dare talk to me in that tone, Dovlatov! Can you hear me? Don't you fucking dare!" Sam stared at me with fiery eyes, her nostrils slightly flaring.

"Get the fuck out of here now, Sam! Otherwise, I can't vouch for what I'll do. I don't want to insult you or, worse, hurt you!" I glanced at her without removing my hand from Anya's head. Sam stood there, frozen, with wide eyes. "I said, fucking leave!!!"

"Fuck you, Dovlatov!" Sam hissed and quickly headed towards the exit. After a moment, I heard the entrance door slam, and I relaxed a bit. I knew that Sam had only gone to the main house and hadn't left my mansion for good, as I had hoped. I was in for the second round, but for now, I had to deal with Anya.

Carefully, I slipped one hand under her neck and the other under her knees and began to lift her to move her to the couch. She let out a soft groan, and I hastened to get her to her destination, so I wouldn't have to move her again. It was possible she had a concussion. After laying her on the couch and adjusting a pillow under her head, I anxiously began to search for my phone. I found it between the cushions. After quickly scrolling through my contacts, I stopped at the number of our family doctor. I didn't want to call an ambulance and create any unnecessary commotion.

Anya's condition didn't raise serious concerns in me. There was no bleeding, and she could move her arms and legs, which meant her spine was likely not injured. I listened to the long rings, and after the third one, I received an answer. The doctor said he would arrive within 20 minutes. All I could do was wait and hope that Anya would wake up soon.

Lord, my life has turned into a complete mess. The conflict with the Mexicans, the FBI, this infatuation with Anya (which scared me to death), and now even Sam. I can't believe she attacked Anya. It was completely unlike the always calm and composed Samantha O'Brien. I couldn't believe that she had such strong feelings for me that she could do something like that. This issue needs to be resolved as soon as possible. This can't continue. I used to just ignore it, and in a way, it even amused me, and I was almost sure that it would pass soon, and Sam would realize that I didn't feel for her more than just a friend or sister. I noticed some movement out of the corner of my eye. I turned sharply and saw that Anya had opened her eyes and was trying to sit up. I quickly approached her, and she recoiled from me. I froze in place, raising my hands in the air to let her know I wouldn't harm her.