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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 loud thudding sound echoed through the nearly empty training hall as I crashed sideways onto the hard floor of the boxing ring, my hands catching me and holding my torso still somewhat upright.
"I slipped." I defended myself as I rose from the floor and rolled my shoulder back.
He chuckled, the chemise he had on doing nothing to cover his muscles underneath. Antonio looked down at me, "Yeah, you slipped because I just hit your leg." He patted my right thigh and took a step back from me. "Your footing is too unsteady, you need to have a firm stance."
A long annoyed exhale escaped my lips and I stared at him. Early this morning, I woke up alone, no sign of him. When I got ready in the bathroom, put on a pair of shorts and a long shirt and went back into the bedroom, I spotted him.
He was standing in front of the door with a tray in his hands, as if he had just walked in, he was shirtless, wearing only sweatpants. I could look at something like that every morning.
The smell of fresh bread immediately reached my nostrils and after I sent him a tired smile, he let me eat the breakfast he had fetched for me.
And now, unfortunately, I am standing here. Here in the middle of the boxing ring in the training hall, which was located in the building next to the villa. I don't know why he brought me here, but he said something about taking my feelings out on something or someone.
I don't want to talk to him about what happened yesterday and I think he understood that.
The spot on my thigh that he had just touched was tingling, which I ignored without much thought and gave him a quick reply, "Okay."
Thomas stood a few steps away from the ring, intently watching as we were practically beating the hell out of each other. My thoughts turned again to what his native language might be, because the question had been running through my head a few times and I decided just at this point to simply ask him. It would be very useful to me.
"Tommy." My breath sounded uneven, from the exertion of the last few moments. My gaze was still fixed on the tall Italian standing a few steps away from me, but I knew Thomas heard me, "What's your native language?"
I heard the bodyguard take a few steps closer to the boxing ring. There was no one else in the large hall except the three of us.
"German." He said, monotone as always.
I smiled to myself, which looked like I was smiling or laughing at Antonio. My feet moved as if by a will of their own, because when he took a step toward me I took one back.
"Sag mir, Tommy, was glaubst du wird er als Nächstes machen?" I asked the bodyguard. I dared to turn to him and look at him, a grin was on my lips. I could talk to Thomas, he would help me. [translation: Tell me, Tommy, what do you think he'll do next?]
When I caught sight of his face, my grin widened. He smiled, a small mischievous smile.
He immediately replied to me, "Er versucht, Sie zum Fallen zu bringen. Sie sollten auf seine Fußbewegungen achten." [translation: He is trying to make you fall. You should watch his foot movements]
