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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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His dark eyes stared directly into my soul as he placed the knife against my skin. "Pain is a part of your life, Anastasia. You need to be able to control it." Screams were all that could be heard in the following seconds. Deafening screams.
I exhaled audibly and leaned forward. My fingers clenched around a soft pleasant fabric. Blankets? I found myself in a bed. Startled, I let my gaze slide around my surroundings.
First, I looked down at my body. I was wearing a jogging suit. I couldn't even remember changing my clothes.
With a groan, my hand came to my head and I placed my cold palm on my forehead. Those damn blackouts.
The hospital-like room came into my view.
It was empty.
I looked around again more closely, however, there was no sign of Antonio anywhere. Outside it was dark, the moon still shining in through the window.
Slowly I threw one leg over the edge of the bed and then the second one until my bare feet hit the cold floor. With carefulness, I stood up and walked towards the bathroom. After all, he might be in there.
When I arrived, I flipped on the bathroom light. There was no one here either.
Confused, I walked toward the door that led out into the hallway. He's probably in his room, so the room across from mine. Sergej had assigned him the room.
My bare feet made soft tripping noises as I walked across the solid surface of the floor.
My hand pushed down the handle of the unfamiliar door and creakily the door opened. "Tony?" I whispered softly into the darkness. I heard the sound of bedspreads rustling.
There was not much in the room. A closet, a nightstand, a bed that stood against the wall and a mirror on the wall next to it. At least that was all I could make out in the darkness of the room.
A male groan could be heard. A dark figure came into my field of vision and two eyes glittered in the moonlight, which shone through the window.
A dark, raspy voice echoed through the room. Quiet. Tired. "What's wrong, baby?"
I walked slowly toward the bed and stopped beside it.
"You weren't there." My statement sounded simple.
"I'm sorry. Did you have a nightmare?" There was worry in his voice. I felt one of his enormous hands on my thigh. He pulled me to him in the bed.
The movement was so quick and with so much force that the next moment I saw myself lying on top of him.
Light whistling sounds of the wind entered the room through the windows. A cold breeze was about to settle over me, but the warm body against which I was leaning prevented the cold shiver that wanted to run down my spine.
