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“One week, angel. You or your father.”
I let go of her chin and leave the house, feeling like I’m walking on air.
Though the debt might not be paid, I have a better payment locked in my sight. Eighty thousand is not a big amount for me, my concern is my reputation. I can’t allow people to take advantage of me that easily. Nevertheless, I killed two birds with the same stone.
Anna doesn’t know what’s coming for her.
Chapter 7 - Anna
I hit the submit button on the latest marketing campaign I’ve put together for a local indie musician before leaning back in the creaky desk chair and stretching out my back.
As I stretch, the date circled in red on the calendar glares at me.
There are only three days left until Dad and I must decide whose life will be given to the Bratva. Me or him. That’s the decision we must make.
Sergey made it clear, I go with him, or he takes Dad’s life.
I should be the one to go. I know that I should but there is a horrible part of me that thinks Dad should be offering himself to the mafia.
This is his debt and I’ve taken on the burden long enough. I’ve done everything I can to make sure that the money is paid, even if last month was a little short.
Would another father have sacrificed himself here?
I shake the thoughts out of my head, knowing that it’s just the anger that’s talking.
There is no way out of this situation even though I spend hours thinking about it.
Dad is going to have his organs cut from his body, or I am going to have to spend the rest of my life doing whatever the mafia boss wants.
A much older mob boss who knows his way around my body better than I do.
And I thought I would never see this man again. What were the chances?
My stomach turns at the thought, bile rising in my throat. The nauseous feeling that’s been circling through my body for days kicks me in the gut again.
I lean forward and bury my head between my knees, taking deep breaths. Freaking out right now is not going to help anything. I need to have my mind together to figure out how we are going to survive this.
I’m not naïve enough to think that whoever goes with Sergey is going to live. He said he would kill Dad, and I’ve had dozens of nightmares of what he could do to me.
Natalie was right about him.
When I saw him standing in my living room, at first, I thought it had to be my worst nightmare.
And it was.
That nightmare had just come to life.
There was a part of me that wanted to believe in a fairy tale that the connection we had made on the flight had brought Sergey back here. That he had come because he was looking for me and wanted to rescue me from this never-ending rat race.
There is something thrilling about the thought that a man with so much power could want me, the little flight attendant.
He’s already had you. It’s stupid to think that anything that happens from now on has anything to do with you. He’s here for his debt. For a life.
My foot taps against the dull carpet as I scrape my hair back into a loose bun. There is no way that I can let my father go with Sergey. Dad is as good as dead already as far as the mafia is concerned.
Why didn’t he ever tell me it was the mafia he borrowed money from?
I knew that he borrowed a lot of money from loan sharks, but not the mafia. They’re on another level entirely. Sergey proved that when he stood in my living room and threatened to kill me. Although, I don’t think he would go that far. Not at first at least.
