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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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A tap on my arm made my head turn to the side and I looked questioningly at Raffaele. His eyebrows were pinched together and he briefly looked around at the bodyguards standing on one side of the room.
Or rather, he looked at the woman who was standing in front of them, observing the people in the huge room.
"Non è la ragazza?" He looked at me questioningly, slipped a hand into the pocket of his suit, and deftly pulled out a cigarette between his thumb and index finger. [translation: Isn't that the girl?]
I nodded to him and watched as the only woman in the room carefully studied everyone present. She looked unarmed, but her left hand, which rested steadily on the outside of her thigh, said otherwise.
She came into the room with the Russian mafia leader, probably here as his bodyguard. However, everyone knows that the Lenkov-bastard doesn't trust anyone, he wouldn't offer such a post to an unknown woman.
It was a puzzle that I still have to put together today.
From time to time, a few men looked over at her and motioned her over, but she remained standing there leaning against the wall.
Around her stood men in suits that looked about twice her size. They visibly carried weapons and looked tensely in the direction of their employers, ready to react in case of any dangerous situation.
Freya, however, looked bored, but when a few people here and there started talking in their native language, she looked in their direction.
The most influential men were represented here, the leaders of the strongest mafias in the world and sometimes their heirs. So why is she here?
Averting my gaze from the woman, I looked at the people sitting at the table. About fifty men were gathered here, some of them well-known, others less so.
Everyone was sitting around the round wooden table in black leather armchairs having conversations with each other.
The door of the room was opened again and a few women entered the room with trays full of drinks. All of them wore short dresses and walked around the room to place glasses with various drinks on the table in front of the men.
I lowered a hand down to Shadow's head, who took a seat next to my chair a while ago, and stroked his fur.
He growled at a woman approaching our side of the table, she anxiously placed a glass of whiskey in front of me and moved on to the next with her tray.
A few men were lighting cigarettes or cigars. Some of the women who had come in earlier were sitting on their laps, laughing at the men's unfunny jokes. I raised my glass, put it to my lips, and took a sip of the liquid.
A cloud of smoke came from my right as Raffaele exhaled the smoke from his cigarette.
"I guess we can finally talk about business now." A voice announced. An older man stood up from his chair and buttoned the button of his suit jacket.
