Paramour(METROPOLIS HEIRS II:) RIKKI ARAGON

DEMETRIOVA, THE ORIGIN OF ANJA

TRIGGER WARNING: SENSITIVE THEMES OF DOMESTIC VIOLENCE AND ABUSE ARE DEPICTED IN THIS CHAPTER. PROCEED TO READ CAUTION.

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CIA, 1995

"I know this will be tough on you, knowing you just had your family fixed, Agent Romanov. considering the danger it will instill, I'm asking you one last time if you're with us in this mission."

the CIA Director asked, eyes bored on her like a knife. the Agent sighed, meeting her superior's eyes with the same coldness.

"I will. I won't be here if I'm not in, Sir."

The Director nodded. he then lit his cigar, blowing the white steam up, filling his office with its earthy smell.

"The KGB has been demanding to deport you back to Russia. they sent another warning just this morning." the man told her. "Lenztky, Volkov's brother is telling the Pentagon you're a traitor and that you must be surrendered to the motherland to pay for your crimes."

Demetriova, Agent 0024 Romanov of the Central Intelligence Agency, balled her hands into a fist. She chose to keep her mouth shut. She knews the CIA has an information about her being a fugitive; but not what really happened to her back in that hellhole. and she doesn't want to fucking remember.

She left the office with a gloomy and heavy feeling. She needs to be home. She needs to be with her family for, probably....

the last time.

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Her husband is asleep the moment she came back. she did not, as usual, used the front door. it was a precautionary protocol she made for herself, in case someone is tailing her or ordered a hit on her. it doesn't matter to her; her shadow has been danger. but not her family.

not her daughter.

little Anja sleeps peacefully, safe sound; the blanket covering her tiny frame up to her chin, her brunette mermaid curls spread lovingly on the pillow case, cascading on her shoulders, nearly concealing half her face. beside her is her favorite stuffed toy, the purple Dinosaur: Barney.

Demetriova leaned in to place a kiss on her daughter's temple, and the little girl moved a bit, still hugging Barney, snuggled close to it. her curls fell from her shoulder to her back; exposing the thing that reminded her of that past she has long buried behind....

She was the daughter of a wealthy Russian industrialist and a former beauty queen. The little girl was a Princess, the last Romanov from the perished and brutally murdered royal family. Her father lived under the radar, far from the eyes of the public and of the media. his wife believed him...but that's not really the case.

The man's father was the founder of the Red Kremlin, the biggest mafia and criminal underground organization in Moscow. it was so huge and widespread, even the Russian government can't get hold of it.

She was nine years old when she noticed that strange group of people, men and women alike, comes and goes to their house. all of them looked grim and scary.

one afternoon, she accidentally heard her father and grandfather argue in her father's study; her grandfather speaks in his thickest Russian accent, mixed with his broken English and the dirtiest profanities a child her age is not suppose to hear.

"blyat! that woman gave birth to a girl, you piece of rubbish! how can that useless thing lead the organization?! she will be eaten whole and alive, skinned to the bones and buried six feet underneath! a woman has no place in our world, Pietro! if that whore can't give you a son, then get rid of her!"