Coming Alive

Chapter One

Axel POV

The longer I look at this paperwork the more frustrated I become. Dr. Roberts has been on my case to get the team back on track to get us to talk everything out, but we are all at different stages of healing after the destruction Kayli left us with. I'm finally about to give up when my phone starts ringing bringing me out of my frustration haze. "Axel Toma". "Good evening Mr. Toma I was wondering if one of your team was available to do me a favor tonight? Nothing too extreme just a check on a house." The smooth voice of Owen Blackbourne rings through the other side of the phone.

       I huff in annoyance before responding "Dammit Owen how many times do I have to tell you to call me Axel? I'm not much older than you for fucks sake!" I growl into the cell phone pressed against my ear. " oh erm..sorry Axel...do you think that's possible? We're all on an assignment tonight and the only person whose not is Mr. Lee, but he is busy with the bird I told you about yesterday. You see it's her house that we'd like someone to check on." Owen responded sounding rather ruffled which made me almost chuckle to myself. "Why are we checking on a house that your bird isn't even at anymore she can't be in danger if she isn't there." I responded confusion lacing my tone. "Well you see she has a sibling that she is concerned about--" "Wait a second Owen are you saying that there is another bird that needs to be extracted from that hell hole?" I cut in before he could finish. "If you had let me finish Axel...no the other bird does not still live at that residence she was actually kicked out about a month ago, but our Miss Sorenson is under the impression that this sibling is going to be coming back for her. We would just like to avoid the tragic incident if her sister did turn up and Miss Sorenson not being there." he explained with a no nonsense disposition.

      Groaning slightly before I respond "Yeah sure I can have Raven do a sweep of the home he's not doing anything tonight. I'll send him over now. What does this bird look like?" "From what our Miss Sorenson describes she will be roughly around 5'6 very slim, but with a curvy build. Dirty blonde hair that reaches to her hips and hazel eyes. Her name is Anastasia and she also maybe riding on a motorcycle." he responded effectively. "Well I'll send Raven out right now since it's already 11." "Thanks Axel let me know if he finds anything." "Will do." We both exchange goodbyes hanging up. "Hey Raven...! I have a easy one for you!"

Anastasia's POV

I'll get her tonight I tell myself as I braid my long hair standing in my on suite bathroom. I never thought I'd actually have a home let alone one as nice as this. Apparently the one good thing that has happened in my life so far was a grandparent that actually loved me dying. Sad and pathetic? Yeah I know. What makes it worse was that she lived only about 20 minutes away from the last house I lived in with my pathetic excuse for parents and I didn't know she existed. At least I can say that I only lived there for a couple weeks before being tossed out on my ass so I guess that's mildly better right? We moved from Illinois to South Carolina only a couple weeks before my birthday at the beginning of May. Thankfully I had graduated from high school early finishing everything I needed to get done in 2 years instead of 4 being only 16 when I completed my school work had it benefits including being able to be home to protect what was important to me.

      That all being said my grandmother on my real mothers side apparently was loaded...like really loaded and left me her 6 bedroom house complete with rec room, in ground pool and 3 bedroom guest house on 5 acres of property just outside of Charleston along with roughly 10 million dollars between cash and other things like stocks and bonds. It's been nice to have the privacy and the quiet, but the house has become very lonely. Talk about your life changes going from being beaten daily by someone I believed to be my mother to millionaire overnight.

        The one thing my deadbeat father did for me in my 18 years of life was give me a letter from a lawyer which lead to finding out all of this information as well as giving me all that was owed to me per my grandmothers will. Besides that the lawyer gave me something I didn't know that I didn't have...an identity. My loser dad apparently had a taste for specific type of woman to prey on and that included young and easily manipulated. He conned my true mother into not telling anyone she was pregnant and not registering my birth before taking me from her. The only thing she knew was my name she gave me and his name. Which she told her mother before dying only a year following my birth.

       So I apparently don't exist and from what I've figured out neither does my baby sister Sang as well not being our step mothers. Since then I've been trying my hardest to get Sang out of that house. My poor baby sister who was so sweet even with all the cruelty that family has put each of us through even our step sister Marie. She never put a hand to us or said anything she did turn a blind eye to all the actions to me that makes you just as guilty just like our Father. I shuddered thinking about the countless nights I had spent locked in a closest or the hours kneeling down on rice or her personal favorite pouring a mixture of vinegar and lemon juice down your throat so you couldn't speak for hours sometimes days. I still have issues with dark closed in spaces because of it and my throat will still burn if I push my voice too far. While I was there though I tried my hardest to take the brunt away from Sang, but I couldn't protect her when I was locked away. We would find solace in each other as well as any book we could get our hands on. I have an eidetic memory so I would teach her everything I could take in, but even that would sometimes get us in trouble with that bitch.

       I finished my braid throwing on my leather jacket, putting my Ruger 9 mm in my shoulder holster and lacing up my boots taking one last look in the mirror before moving towards the three car garage. Picking up my helmet and starting up my Ducati monster 747 I eased my way throw the streets towards the hell that I used to call home. I won't leave without her tonight I tell myself over and over.

       Parking my bike down the street walking silently towards the house. I catch a glimpse what appears to be a huge figure walking around the side of the house towards what I believe is Sang's and my old room. I double time my steps still keeping quiet pulling my gun at the same time before coming right behind him placing my gun at the middle to upper lower part of his back cause fuck he massive in height and in muscular width. I see him go rigid as I say "what are you doing here and what business do you have with Sang?". " I'm only here to check on the house malen'kiy nindzya. I want nothing to do with that malen'kiy ptitsa" he responds with a thick Russian accent. Did he just call me a ninja and what bird is he fucking talking about?!? Fury surges through my veins as I respond " Chto, chert voz'mi, ty nesesh'? (What the hell are you talking about?)" "You speak Russian?!? Please put gun down and I explain malen'kiy nindzya. Da?" I hesitate before slowly lowering my gun returning it to the holster as I watch his shoulders sag down in relaxation.

          He turns around to face me and I'm stunned by how gorgeous he is. He has to be 6'5 or so dark hair with dark eyes tattoos tracing up both thick arms disappearing under his tight black shirt which showed off his muscular torso and loose fitting dark jeans hung low on his waist then black heavy military grade boots encased his feet. I returned to his face to see a smirk now on his lips his lip ring shining now visable when he said "Done checking me out malen'kiy nindzya?" I blinked a few times dumbly before I regained my composure which only made him smirk more. "You must be Anastasia da?"