"Dominic Romano. I've been expecting you." My voice is cold and dark. I stand in his bedroom. It's pitch black in here. My knife is cold against my hand. The gun strapped to my leg is calling me. I can't. He needs to suffer.
My husband was shot in f...
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Six months. Six. That's how long Dante has been dead. I was missing for two, in the hospital for one, and I don't even know what for the rest. I've been busy handing the company off to Ivan. I haven't gotten much sleep. Dominic hasn't come by as much recently. We have become good friends. Vera is in London now with business. Alek is in... Guatemala?
Andrew moved out a week ago. He wanted to get his own place. He moved to Seattle. I miss him. Lucy left with him. She is coming back in a few weeks. Nat has been working at the company I told her about. I had built this one up too. It was an insurance company to help the homeless. She has claimed it as her to take over when she is 20.
My phone rings. I don't know who could be calling. I'm also slightly drunk. "Hello," I shut my eyes.
"Is this Andy Carter?" A male voice comes through the phone. My stomach drops something is wrong.
"This is she," I sit up staring at the wall.
"I'm sorry to inform you, but there has been an accident. Your daughter has been injured badly. I'm afraid that she might not wake up." No. Not again. This can't happen.
"Are you sure it's Lucy?" I felt a tear slip down my cheek. I wipe it away and stand. I feel a panic attack coming.
"Lucy? Ma'am your daughter is Anastasia Sokolov, correct?" My breath hitched. OH MY GOD. Ana. I haven't seen her in years. Nobody knew about her. She was the only kid I ever gave birth to. I had her at 14. She lives in Colorado. With Alek's grandmother. I could have her live her bc she would be in danger.
"Yes that's my daughter. Is Mela alright? She was taking care of her." I'm pacing at this point. I need to see her. I have to leave. I rush out of my home office. When I sit down in my car I have all the information I need.
Mela was driving home from picking up Ana. A drunk driver swerved and ran them off the road. Mela had died in surgery. Ana wasn't in great condition. I'm a terrible person. What kind of mother doesn't visit her child? I guess trama.
I was raped by my father's best friend. I found out I was pregnant. My father was furious because he couldn't hit me. Once I gave birth, my father had them perform a hysterectomy. That's why I adopted Andrew and Lucy when I was old enough for kids. Ana has always lived with Mela. I would call her and send them anything they needed. I didn't visit often.
I pick up my phone and call Dominic. "Hello?" He answers after the first ring.
"Dommy, I need help." My voice shook on the phone. I noticed then I was crying.
"What's wrong princess?" He sounded like he walked to another room.
"I need to go to Colorado. I can't go alone. Please I need you." My vision was burly from tears. Pull yourself together. Weak bitch. I heard my father's voice in my head. I stopped crying right there.
