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Anastasia Lenkov wants to live a normal life as a nurse after escaping her old, brutal life. But her past keeps catching up with her. She is on the run from the Russian mafia, because her father, the boss, will n...
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My head spun around to the door. Who the hell is knocking on my door after midnight?
I turned to Antonio, who was still lying on the table, and I put my index finger against my lips to signal him to be quiet.
I walked slowly and silently to the drawer where I had put his gun earlier. My black pistol was in my hand a little later and I slowly took the safety off.
There was another knock, but louder and more eager than before. I walked up to the door and looked through the peephole.
Nothing.
Someone was holding his hand in front of the peephole, so I couldn't see anything. I held my gun in front of me in one hand and with the other I reached for the doorknob and turned it.
The door opened with a soft squeak and I held my gun directly into the doorway.
"Ciao." said a deep voice and I looked up into the face of a man. He had black hair like the man on my kitchen table and a similar nose shape, except his was slightly crooked. It looked like it had been broken a few times. [translation: Hello]
An Italian too? He looked down amused at my gun, which was sitting exactly on the spot above his heart.
"What do you want?" I asked without moving the gun even a bit.
He smirked down at me and then I noticed another man standing behind him. The other man had brown hair and looked more serious than the man I was pointing my gun at.
Both wore black suits, their hair was a bit tousled and a few scratches littered the skin that was visible.
"Mi scusi, we are looking for a man and we believe he is here." [translation: Excuse me]
I didn't answer. What if Antonio is in trouble? I have him here in my apartment.
The man at whom my gun was pointed raised an eyebrow.
"Raffaele?" asked a voice from inside my apartment.
The eyes of the two men widened and I heard a loud click. My head snapped to the man with brown hair, who just unlocked his gun and pointed it at my head.
My heart started pounding. "Put the gun down." I warned the man and pressed the barrel of my gun deeper into the skin of the man in front of me. He didn't seem bothered by it at all and tried to look behind me into my apartment.
"Capo?" he asked into the apartment. [translation: Boss?]
Antonio's voice reached my ear, "Mettete via le pistole, lei mi ha aiutato." [translation: Put the guns away, she helped me.]
So they know each other.
In my life I had to learn many languages, that I could also understand Italian, they don't necessarily have to know.
