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Chapter Twenty-Five

It had been a long day, and I wanted nothing more than to head home and curl into bed. I hadn’t been sleeping well since I moved back into my own room, and it was starting to catch up to me.

I missed Dom’s protective presence, and some nights I found myself standing outside of his bedroom door, fighting the urge to go inside. Whenever that happened, I reminded myself what Dom said about killing my father. The words replayed themselves in my mind and I felt myself shiver.

It was why I was spending late nights in the library. I didn’t want Dom to know that I was avoiding him. I couldn’t understand why he wanted my father dead. But when I watched Matte die in the ER, I knew that I needed to make sure that no other young man died needlessly.

If Dom tried to kill my father, whether he succeeded or not, it would mean open season on all Blanchis. I didn’t want that. I had hoped that Dom would see sense, but given how often men were coming in and out of our house, I suspected that wasn’t the case.

I sighed and reached into my bag to grab my laptop. I was a month ahead in my work, but I was sure that there was something that I could do.

“Sasha?” a soft voice called me.

I jerked up quickly, surprised that someone would call my name. I still hadn’t made any friends outside of Zane, who I had been able to avoid recently, despite his attempts to talk to me.

“Do I know you?” I asked.

The girl standing before me had long brown hair, and she wasn’t someone I recognized. She reached out a hand which was holding a piece of notebook paper. I didn’t immediately take it. I might be naive, but I wasn’t so stupid as to just talk to odd strangers.

“I was told to give you this,” she said, waving the paper at me.

“By?”

She released a breath of frustration. “Some blonde girl.

I immediately grabbed the paper out of the girl's hand and opened it.

The stacks.

“Did the girl say anything to you?” I asked. I suspected I knew who had given this girl the slip of paper, but before I followed its instructions I needed more information.

The girl shrugged, obviously over it. “She paid me $100 to walk this over to you. I don’t really care why.” The girl walked away leaving me completely confused about what to do next. I should probably text Dom and let him know that Anastasia had reached out, but as I looked at the note, I realized that I didn’t want to lose my chance at talking to her.

Looking around, I grabbed a book from my table and walked towards the stacks. I was tense as I looked around. I didn’t know what to expect, but considering the last time I had seen Anastasia I had been shot, I didn’t want to take any more chances.

“Sasha?” I whirled around so quickly, I was sure that I slapped Anastasia with my long braid.

“Shit,” I muttered. I had dropped the book with a loud thud causing a few browsers to glare at me. “What are you doing here?” I whispered to Anastasia. She was standing before me in a Columbia hoodie, which did nothing to make her appear as though she fit in.

“I needed to speak to you,” she said. She was shifting her weight from foot to foot and looking around nervously. She seemed to be scared of something, and I wondered if the person she was scared of was the same one who had shot me.

I crossed my arms over my chest. “Why? Why are you so determined to follow me?”

I looked closely at Anastasia. Her hair was greasy and stringy, and her once smooth skin had a pale purplish tint to it. I stepped forward and placed a hand on her shoulder. “Are you alright?”

She snorted and looked away. There were tears in her eyes that she tried to blink away. “None of us are okay.”

“I can help you. My husband…”

She shook her head. “Dominic Blanchi has no idea what he’s up against, and if you were smart, you’d make sure that you were far away from this city.”

I inhaled sharply. “Is someone after Dom?”

Anastasia looked away, and I dug my fingers into her skin. “Answer me,” I demanded. “What do you know?”

“This was a mistake,” she said. “I’ve just put you in even more danger.” Her voice was soft, almost as if she were talking to herself.

“Anastasia,” I snapped. “You need to focus.”

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