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“Well,” Zio smiles at Helena, “Alessandro declared war for Katya. Frankie went on the run for Amelia. Dominic swallowed his pride for Sofia. Arianna was allowed to marry someone that our entire family deemed unworthy. Your sister Kira was allowed home and fell in love with a rival family. Your sister Tori married a man to destroy him and instead gave him an empire.”
I stare at him. “I didn’t do anything they didn’t.”
“The question, little one, is would you do anything they did?”
Zio Romero gets up and stretches. “Helena, I haven’t yet pulled my car back in. I’ll leave the keys by the back door, so I remember to bring the car from the back street later. Let’s go get ready.”
My zia comes around and kisses my head. “Be safe.”
They leave, and I sit there momentarily before pulling out my phone. I grab my uncle's car keys and turn on tracking on Ana’s phone. Of course, I could trace her; I’m not insane.
I don’t see any guards going out through Zio’s private exit. I have a feeling they were called away to check something.
I get in my uncle's car and pull off, setting my phone to search for Ana.
Chapter 25 - Anastasia
I don’t know how long I’ve been here, but my arm is sore. I think I’ve figured out a plan, though. I keep myself calm. My plan is simple, appear scared and wait for an opportunity to get away. Panic does nothing but stop me.
It’s been a few hours, at least. Earlier, I thought it sounded like they were having a party, but it was hard to make out. I run through possible scenarios in my head. My father always said that the key to getting ahead was to play chess, not football.
I nod to myself, steeling myself in preparation for what I may have to do to get out of here. There’s loud singing. One of the loudest voices has an Irish accent. He sounds plastered, and I immediately determine to use this to my advantage.
I sit, waiting calmly for him to return. The other voices seem to be moving away while Killian’s voice gets closer.
The door swings open hard, and he smirks at me.
I don’t even have to be near him to smell the stink of alcohol. He clearly drank a lot. He smirks and walks over to me. “I’m hungry…”
“I’m not a snack,” I say, looking away from him.
He takes my chain and yanks me to the floor in front of him. “Oh, you’ll do.” He pulls his pants down and pulls out his dick.
I look up at him as he says, “I’m going to fuck you until I’ve fucked the Russian out of you.”
“Excuse me?” I say.
He leans down to tell me again, “I said I’m going to fuck you until…”
His mistake. I raise my head, and the top of my head, the hardest part, connects with his nose. I raise a hand and punch him in the dick as hard as I can. He collapses to his knees, and I lean back and throw my head forward, headbutting him again. He falls to the floor, blood pouring through his fingers. I quickly search his pocket to find the key, and strapped to his side, is a small gun.
I free myself and stand up, confidently holding the gun and pointing it at him.
I wait patiently as he gathers his senses and realizes how the situation has flipped. He gets onto his knees, holding his hands up. “Please… Don’t kill me. I can do great things for you. I know people. I can connect you to the right people. People who will give you power.”
I hesitate, and he smiles. His teeth are red with blood. “That’s better. You’re just a little girl, not a killer. I obviously underestimated you, but we could do great things together.” He starts to get up, but I smirk.
“I’m not a little girl,” I whisper. “I’m a Bratva princess.”
I raise the gun to his head, and before he can say anything, I say, “I was born to do this.” I pull the trigger, and there is more splatter than expected.
I have to move, though. The guards will have heard the gunshot and will be coming this way. I rush out of the room and high-tail it down the hall, ducking into a room at the last moment.
I hear guards shouting and going past the room I’m hiding in. I look around. I’m in a bathroom. I breathe as quietly as I can. The guards aren’t bright and they don’t check the rooms as they rush back past.
I listen with an ear against the door, and once I’m sure it’s safe, I open the door and look up and down the hallway. I move down and pause as I’m about to reach the stairs. I clutch the gun the way Luigi showed me. I peek around the corner. I can hear voices shouting downstairs. I need to get out of the house. I look down the hallway on the other side of the landing. I can see a tree outside the window. I wait for my chance, and when no one is looking, I run across the landing to the other hallway and down it. I get to the end and pray the window isn’t locked.
It won’t open, and I look around before stopping. There’s a set of stairs to my right. I take them slowly, keeping my gun raised and listening carefully.
