The above music video is if today was your last day by nickelback.

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Who was she? The question kept repeating itself in my mind. She surely wasn't an inhabitant here or else I would have immediately been sent word of who she was. Suddenly my door was thrown open and I whipped around, about to yell at whoever was stupid enough to barge in but the pain in my shoulder made me clench it, giving the lucky man who stood in front of me, talking so quickly that I couldn't make out a single word, a chance. "What?" I asked him, annoyed.

Oblivious to my annoyance, the man repeated himself, a smile had inched across his face until it had filled half of his face, I wanted to slap his stupid grin off but I at first needed to hear what he was saying. "Sir, her name is Velveteen or Velvet Snow. Her family was killed in a car accident and later her house was set on fire. After that she was presumed missing. But what is very interesting is that her parents seemed to have been killed by the mafia, the fire was too well set that the firefighters never found who had started it. That maybe why she stole the hard drive to get revenge on them but..." His smile faded and I felt a little bit of relief and anger at his gesture.

"What, Mr. Lincoln?" I urged him to continue.

"You might want to see this, sir." Mr. Lincoln, a man of 6', with a lean figure, complete with dark brown brushed back hair, dark brown eyes and a dark suit, who looked like someone had just stepped out of the shadows. Which he probably had with all of his training. Handed me a file and I took it, nervously. Whatever Mr. Lincoln had given me it surely wasn't something that could easily be dismissed, as I had learned from the seriousness on Mr. Lincoln's face.

Looking at my loyal servant one more time, I opened the file, finding myself staring at dark green eyes, a white smile and brown hair, so much like Velveteen had. I quickly flipped the page showing the familiar man. A friend to be exact who had died around the same time that her parents had. Once I begin to read the page, I begin to regret this and looked up at Mr. Lincoln. "Are you absolutely sure?"

He nodded and I looked down at the next page. A dark haired woman, with brown eyes and the same skin stared at me. A girl of about twelve smiled below her. In large print the file read; Missing; Kilo, Arora and Velveteen Snow. Disappeared 1st of December-. I ceased to read the rest. That was all I needed to know. I looked back up at Mr. Lincoln. "Does my father know?"

He nodded.

"Then tell no one else of this not even Velveteen. I want a team to go and retrieve her. If she's missing than I want at least three men to stay behind, working to find her, got it. At all cost she must be found."

Mr. Lincoln nodded in understanding before he disappeared.

I moved out from behind my desk and put on my jacket. Very rarely would I go out with the team but she needed to be brought back here and the only way to make sure that happened is if you did it yourself.

At the hospital, I growled as soon as I learned of her disappearance than turned to look at my men who were waiting for me.  They nodded then all at once turned to walk out of the hospital. Guided by the words of Mr. Lincoln whose voice rang in my ear from the blue tooth in my ear, I followed them.

"Sir, camera footage shows her escaping the hospital and walking north. She could not have gotten far due to her injury."

"Thank you, Mr. Lincoln but can you pinpoint her exact location with any other cameras?"

"We are trying to clear one now, but it looks like she is north from here on a bench. She looks to be in bad shape, sir."

As soon as I heard of her state, I quickly found myself walking in the direction that I was instructed. My mind was blank with darkness as soon as I spotted her slumped form on a bench. There was a small snow pile on top of her brown hoodie, her eyes were closed and her hand was covering her stomach.

"Sir, you might want to get her here, pronto. She's unconscious and turning pale."

Sure enough, her tan skin was pale and her breathing was becoming slower by the second. Her body seemed to shake every once in a while showing me that she was alive. Her lips were blue as was her nose, without thinking, I stepped towards her and held her up, bridal style. My anger was heightening as I yelled at my men to go and get the van. 'It's all my fault," the phrase repeated itself in my head. Not wanting to fail my first mission, I waited for two of my men who had stayed here watching my surroundings for any sign of my enemies, to come with the van. As soon as they were here, I gently placed a jacket that I had taken from one of the men, over her. 'There was no way she was going to die on my watch.' I silently promised because if she did then this would be my first ever mission that I have failed. 

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As soon as I made sure that she was in a bed surrounded by 24hr surveillance by the best nurses money could buy. I set off to find my father the man who had all the answers. After searching through most of the rooms, in our big house, I found him staring at the little screen of his computer in his office. I knocked on the door and he looked up, smiling once he recognized me.

"Cole? I heard the news did you retrieve her?"

I nodded and he looked back at his screen.

"I see you, found out already." He sighed giving me the signal to close the door. "Her father was an old friend of mine...He did so many...successful favors for me that I asked if he would mind if he joined my league. But he answered no so I like a good friend let it go only seeing him every once in a while when I asked if he do some favors. The last day I saw him was when he asked me if I'd take care of his family if anything happened. Of course I agreed only to find out later that day that Petrov had got to him, as a sort of revenge to me. An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth, you see what I mean. As soon as I heard of the 'accident', I sent guys to see if there was any survivors but there was none, so my boys despite not being able to find the daughter's body published their deaths to give the girl, if she was alive a chance for survival. When I found out about her survival a few months later, it was just as I expected. She was home free and thus now my responsibility, a payment to her father for all of his work for me. So I laid off until she alerted Petrov of her presence. Seeing that she would come to me eventually I decided to send you after her. See it all worked out." He finished in a bored voice.

"-you never helped her once even after she was once again nearly killed by them. She's freezing to death and you feel nothing, no pity for your old friends' daughter. Such an amazing friend you were."

He slammed his fists on his desk, angrily. "Don't you see boy," he spat. "That leaving her alone was the best thing to do. If not than Petrov would have found her and killed her knowing that she was in league with me. I'm helping her by keeping my doors always open but despite my help I can guarantee that she will go back out, despite the threat the mafia poses to her."

"Why can't we just keep her here? Safe." I put in more quietly.

"Because son despite your 'confidence' that she would be safe. Not only would that 'confidence' cause us to be in danger but she would never stay here. If I learned anything from her father, that's that he never stayed in one place too long and if somebody did a wrong to him he would never let that go, he would want revenge. So if she's anything like her father, trust me she won't be here very long."

He slowly sat back down and I allowed a moment to pass before I asked him one more question. "Couldn't she at least be trained? Than she'll be a good asset to you if she's anything like her father?"

He knit his eyebrows in thought before he nodded and I felt a light feeling explode in my chest. This was going to be exciting. I begin to turn around when he mumbled an "ah hem are you forgetting something son?"

I quickly caught myself from leaving without a proper dismissal and sighed as I turned to look at my father, smiling.

He had something in his eyes that told me that he was going to warn me about something I would regrettably hate. He licked his lips, smoothly before he slowly opened his mouth, "Tell me you don't think I haven't noticed your new change of behavior?" He waited for an answer but when I failed to give him one, he continued. "Don't let your feelings become your weakness."

I barely heard the rest of his words as my brain scanned over what he had said. "I don't feel anything for her!"

"I didn't say that. I'm saying that even the strongest can fall due to a pretty face-"

"Father."

"The only thing I'm asking you is to not get close to her, women are like a thorn in your side that you can never get out."

I sighed so this was my father's thought when I first brought I mean she's beautiful and all but I couldn't see myself falling for her despite the way my heart races when she was near death. "I will not fall in love with her father. There's no way that will ever happen. I already tried to kill her you know father that destroys any chance of a relationship going farther, right father."

Seeing that he was winning, he continued, "Good, now if you would like, I can arrange it to where you will never be near her, so that it will be much easier to deal with her?"

I shook my head, "I'll deal with her on my own accord. She is my problem and I will fix it." I said just as a dark feeling rose to my throat and I found myself growling the last three words. "I must leave."

He nodded, understanding. "Just remember my warning," was the last thing I heard him say before I closed the door.

It's been days after the conversation with my father and she still hasn't opened her eyes not even once. To get my mind off the girl who I saw held the key to destroying the mafia, I threw myself into a fit of work. Doing everything from going on missions to doing paperwork that I rarely ever did. Just like any normal day, I passed by the room she was in and before I realized what I was doing I found myself in the cool, air-conditioned room looking at her sleeping form.

Her lips were a healthy pink and her skin was back to its normal tan making me wonder how she tanned so easily when she lived in Russia maybe if she lived in the Northern parts but her records showed no records of her ever being in any other places than in the Southern parts.

I heard a moan and broke the trance that I seemed to be in as I studied her.

She moved her head and I ran to the door calling for the doc.

He was in here, in no time at all. "Velveteen? Velveteen?" He called quietly as she rolled her head back and forth, she frowned, before she opened her eyes one by one.

"Where am I?" She asked, her green eyes scanning the room before her eyes landed on me and she glared.

"You are in-" The doctor begin.

I quickly interrupted. "My house."

Her eyes widened and she tried to sit up but winced in pain as she allowed the doctor to push her gently back down. 

He turned to glare at me and I shrugged my shoulders.

"I can't be here. Any place but here." She groaned.

Putting on my father's emotionless face, I found myself in business mode. "Then there's the door but before you leave you might want to listen, stay here and you'll find out more about your father before his death like for an example where he disappeared to when he was not with you or your mother."

Various emotions flashed across her face from surprise, anger, disgust and finally suspicion. "How do I know you're not lying?"

"You don't." I told her, playing on the infamous curiosity and dire need for revenge that my father had told me, both her and her father shared. She looked at me, suspiciously one more time before she dropped her head back in the pillow, sighing. "I'll stay but once I find out the information I need, will I be allowed to leave?"

I nodded.

She sighed, "Than I might as well rest, what do you want from me. Mr. Solokov?"

For some apparent reason it felt wrong for her to address me by my last name and I barely caught myself from opening my mouth, asking for her to call me by my first name. Instead I asked her, "I simply ask that you stay and train. From there you will be able to exact your revenge and we can go our separate ways. You gain some info and you lose nothing. It's a win, win for us all."

"What do you have to gain from me staying here?" She asked, skeptically. Her eyebrows frowning as her suspicious attitude changed to a quizzical one at her audacity.

I swallowed a chuckle. "Doc, please take care of her. I must take my leave now." I ignored her, now annoyed look and left the room, trusting her to Doc's care. Once I was sure that I couldn't her anymore, I returned to my studies. I needed to find whatever info there was on the mafia, But as I pulled the door open, I became face to face with Кирилл, Kirill who was looking at me. Kirill is my father's personal assistant. His tall, lean, pale skin and eyes danced with cunning but what made my body tense with weariness at the sight of him was my confusion as to why he was here? I had no secrets from my father so why was he here?

"Why are you here Kirill?" I asked darkly.

"Your father sent me isn't it obvious."

"Why?"

He threw his hands in the air, smiling. "I never question you father's orders. I must be on my way you know how your father is."

I watched his back, suspiciously until my door closed behind him.