Chapter 22-Anastasia

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I jump up in bed from my nightmare, dripping sweat, remembering what would've happened if we didn't make it out in time.I kick off my blankets and walk to my bathroom.I take off the plaster and still see the big red wound not healing.I shower and replace the plaster.I walk to my closet and pick out a black bodycon mini dress with my black high heel boots.

I strut downstairs before I get a call."Ciao,"I answer as I walk to my garage and get in my black Velar."Um,hey, I think you remember me. Your lap danced me the other night,"the mystery man says."Oh,gray eyed man, how are you?"I ask as I connect my phone to the cars Bluetooth.Once it's done, I speed to the Mafia Mansion, still speaking to gray eyed man."Um,yes, I suppose.Im Alejandro Lopez,"he rumbles."I'm sure you know who I am if you have my number,"I say."Well,I just wanted to ask you to be mine?"He asks, leaving me flustered."Well,consider me, not  yours.Farewell, sir,"I say, hanging up.I walk inside the mansion and see Evelyn at her desk strained."Take a break, Evelyn,"I demand as she nods.I walk in my office and sit at my desk.Taking out my glasses and starting to do my work.

Breaking my trance of working is my stomach rumbling.I sigh as I take off my glasses and walk out the mansion for lunch.I walk to my car and drive to a tiny restaurant.I eat my delicious meal and pay for it.I walk to my car and speed back to the mansion.I strut in the mansion and in my office finding someone who almost has my heart stopping."Ah,the infamous Miss Romeo Donna of the Italian Mafia."I hear his voice say. Dimitri Ivanov was my childhood boyfriend, and honestly, I wish I didn't meet him.I walk to my desk and sit in my chair." Hello there,Ivanov,"I greet.I open my top drawer and take out my Glock."Leave,"I say, gesturing toward the door with the gun."But  the party only started,"he says.I point my gun at him and tell him, "You wouldn't want that new girl of yours in my backyard."Dimitri  pales as he stands and scurrys out my office.Deciding to catch up all my inventory checks and payments after that uomo puttana left.

I take off my glasses immediately when I feel my exhaustion.I stand up and take my handbag as I walk to my car.I get in and start it speeding home.If I were so tired, I would've gone on a late night bike ride on my Kawasaki.

Once I get home, I march straight to my room and refresh my plaster and see that the wound is healing better now.I wear my pajamas and get in bed.

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At the mafia mansion.

At the mafia mansion

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Pajamas.

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