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“What proof?” both she and Dante ask. This is family business that I shouldn’t be sharing.
“If I can get proof that he knew about or aided in the Rossi attack, along with the latest hit on Dante, I can get a no-confidence vote from the other families under ours. I can take over the family.” Our family organization consists of several families united together like a board of directors. They voted for my father as their leader, just as they did his father. It’s how our organization has been run for hundreds of years, and for all those years a Revello has always held the seat. But with my father attempting to make war with other organizations, I can get the families on my side.
“You think your father had something to do with both of these attacks? But why would they send Luna to kill you?” Ana asks the million-dollar question.
“I don’t know. Only Luna and the doctor know that. Her contact at Interpol might know too. Can we meet with him before we fly there?”
“Only if you have a pass to the pearly gates. Luna killed him today, as well as blew up his office. She did that right after she sent a massive file to Interpol revealing what the contractor was actually doing. They didn’t know that an assassin was being sent to kill those families. She was apprehended by the doctor and his team and was headed to the school shortly afterward.”
“Fanculo,” I exclaim in Italian, and Ana agrees.
“I’ll get the jet ready and see you in St. Petersburg in the morning,” Dante tells her.
“Vitaly will pick you up. Luna isn’t going to have much time. I’m having my hacker friend find out what the security around the school is like. As far as I know, it was abandoned years ago. As for the doctor…” She pauses, and I wait for her to continue as Dante texts his pilot. “Doctor Laurence Formanski studied psychology and pharmacology. He was trained by the KGB. He’s known for a specific brand of torture.” She pauses again, and this time I’ve had enough.
“Spit it out, Ana,” I yell into the phone.
“Don’t yell at my wife.” A deep voice comes across the line. This must be her husband, Vitaly.
“I’m sorry, but I need this information, and she’s not giving it to me. I don’t want to be protected from the truth. I know it’s not going to be good. I’ve seen the scars that line Luna’s body.”
“He was tortured by the KGB for playing both sides. Whatever they did to him, he hasn’t had use of his male parts since then. Not many people know that.”
“But Luna said he rapes her. She said he gives her some drugs to make sure she can’t get pregnant.”
“At the school it was a regular practice to give us girls a birth control shot. I’ll have Lex pull her records from the contractor. They should state what she’s been given.”
“Ana, please have a doctor waiting at the mansion after we recover Luna. She might need it,” Dante adds in.
“She will. She was shot at least once in the leg and arm.”
“From the footage Lex was able to recover from a bank ATM, she was hit with multiple tranq darts too.” Vitaly’s deep Russian accented voice comes across the line. It’s hearing his voice that I realize Ana has a different accent. Not Russian and not Italian. I can’t place it.
“Like I said, have a doctor waiting. Formanski could try to scrub her brain again.”
“Lex is trying to hack into an account the doctor uses to chart his notes. It’s going to take some time, but he’s the best I know. I’ll see you soon.” Ana ends the call.
“Okay, go get your bag. The plane will be ready shortly.” Dante turns to me.
I move toward the room I’ve been staying in and try not to let everything I just learned buckle my knees. My angel is tougher than I thought.
I’m glad we finally have some forward motion. Maybe we can get to her before her mind is wiped again. I hate that we need to go to St. Petersburg first. But according to what Dante said, Ana won’t give out the information on the school directly, and we can’t fly into it by plane.
ChapterEleven
PETROZAVODSK, RUSSIA
LUNA
Everything hurts as I come to lying on my stomach. I’m clothed in a scratchy hospital gown and nothing else. A bright light is aimed at my back, and I know what is about to happen to me.
I’m about to freak out and start fighting when I realize I’m not strapped down yet. I rack my brain for a memory as to why I would be here and not strapped down, then it hits me. He doesn’t know how much of my memory has returned. I look over and see the chair with its straps and the IV pole of fluid he’ll put medications into. I also see the machine that shocked me for years.
I need to formulate a plan. I must get out of this. I’m sure he didn’t use the machine on me yet because I don’t have the post headache I used to get. I remember everything. I remember the pain it would cause me when they’d shock me. The pain of the doctor violating my body with phallic objects because his penis doesn’t work anymore.
In the distance I hear a door open and then footsteps. I know the span of space from the outer door to this inner office down to the exact centimeter. I only hear one set of footsteps approaching. When he’d rape me, he’d leave his guards in the outer area. No one can know he’s only half a man. There is a panic switch for him to use if he needs them, but I can get to it before he does.
I lie back down and control my breathing so I appear to be unconscious still. The door to the inner room opens and then closes. The lock clicks into place. He’s so sure of himself and his control over me. I count his steps as he moves to the counter and opens a file, then I hear the click of the recorder. He always records his notes so he can transpose them later. He doesn’t trust anyone with his knowledge.
