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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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The men dragged me out of the room very violently and hurried up some stairs. Both were standing to one side of me, which meant that I had no way to escape. I looked behind me and saw three more men following me.
The two held me in a tight grip on my upper arms, which is why I could hardly move between them. After a while, I stopped struggling in their grip, since running away wouldn't help at the moment anyway.
After a few more steps I could see windows. We seem to have left the basement and arrived in the entrance hall.
It was pitch black when you looked outside, but from far away you could see the lights of the city. So, I'm in a mansion somewhere on a hill near the city.
"I can go myself." I hissed at the men and they looked at each other questioningly, as if to decide whether they could let go of me or not.
After a few exchanged glances among themselves, the two big men let go of me.
I scowled and started walking next to the men, they led me up one more floor and stopped in front of a big door.
"Go inside." one of the men ordered and opened the door.
I looked at the man with amusement and walked into the room. As soon as I entered, the door closed with a click behind me and the key turned in the lock.
I sighed and wandered around the room. There was a large bed in front of the windows and to my left were two doors. I walked to them and opened the left door.
A huge bathroom with a bathtub came into my view. There was a rain shower in one corner, and the sinks and the rest of the bathroom's contents were marble-colored.
I would have rather thought that he would put me in a cell and not in a room like this. Maybe he wants to get back on my good side.
That's not going to happen.
I closed the bathroom door and opened the door on the right. It was a walk-in closet with clothes already hanging in it.
My gaze turned to the clothes as I went inside. Besides normal pants, shirts and sweaters there was a dress garment bag hanging on a hanger right in front of me.
Taped to it was a note with the words, "For the meeting."
I took the note and threw it on the floor to pull down the zipper of the garment bag to see what was inside. When the zipper was pulled down, I took off the bag and saw a very short black dress with a slit on the right thigh.
I scoffed and pulled the zipper back up with a shake of my head. Am I going to the meeting so that random men can stare at me in the short dress?
Looking at the floor I saw a pair of black high heels standing under the dress. With my 5'7 I definitely don't need them. Maybe I'll go barefoot.
An idea popped up in my head and I rushed to the windows.
I climbed onto the wide window sill and opened one of the windows. The cold breeze of the night air came flowing into the room and I shivered slightly.
