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𝐌 𝐈 𝐋 𝐀 • 𝐎 𝐑 𝐋 𝐎 𝐕

I've been staring at the same four falls for the past couple of days. I've even contemplated making my own clothes from the blanket Leonid gave me the first time I arrived. Leonid is so big and bulky I'm surprised he can even fit through the door frames in this house. I decide to pick up the stale roll and shove it in my mouth, the dry taste causes me to chew harder to break down the crusty bread.

"So, you must be this Mila that's causing all these problems for Kristian." I watch as an unfamiliar figure comes into the light. His black hair becomes shiny under the light above and his eyes glistens with amusement. It doesn't take him long until he leaves the basement, what a wind-up merchant.

I sigh and think back to my apartment. Although it isn't perfect it was a place, a place that I called home for now. But not it hasn't been looked after for days, I've been too busy stuck here rotting in this cage like an old apple in a bowl. I almost wish there was a window down here so I could look out of it and observe the world around me without actually being out in it. But hey? I could've had all this if I hadn't been caught.

I finish my roll and stand from the greying mattress and stride from one side of the cell to the other, regular exercise isn't a thing for me anymore, I just have hourly walks that are the same old same old.

𝐊 𝐑 𝐈 𝐒 𝐓 𝐈 𝐀 𝐍 • 𝐏 𝐄 𝐓 𝐑 𝐎 𝐕

I finally gain the motivation to go outside. Even though it's the warehouse it's a different environment from what I'm used to at the moment. Instead of sitting in front of a computer in my office, I'm sitting in front of a computer in the warehouse, at least the chair is more comfortable. "Boss." I turn my head and find Dimitri's head poke from around the corner.

"You have a phone call." I nod and walk quickly to the phone box, answering the phone and instantly recognising the voice.

"Kristian Petrov."

"Lucus." My hand grips around the black phone, I bring the hand closer to my ear as if someone is going to hear our conversation, not that it would be a secret anyway.

"What can I do for you?" I enquire, waiting for his reply, but first I receive his wicked laugh, he's planning something. And in my gut, I don't think it's good.

"Just wanted to warn you Petrov, you leave my men alone, do you hear me? I found my dear friend in a body bag thanks to your butcher." I chuckle as the memories of Leonid coming back into my office after dealing with the Philadelphian mafia member in the oak chair. His bloody hands and his non-white T-shirt.

"Don't send them my way, and then there won't be a problem." He hangs up, usually when we get the calls from the American's is a warning of some sort. I quickly send a fire message to Elias telling him to keep a close eye on Mila while I'm here with Jace attempting to get back footage we conveniently lost. Plus, we still have no idea who Mila is working for. I sigh and look over at Jace who has lifted his head from the screen.

"Americans?" He asks, I nod.

"They're being a real pain in the ass, the quicker we get an alliance the better, but do we want to become allies with them?" I cock up my eyebrow, debating whether this is a rhetorical question or not. I'd hate to be allied with any of the Americans, their ways are different from ours, we have nothing in common other than enjoying arguments with one another.

Jace and I make our way out of the warehouse, we've been for a few hours already and speaking to our allies is exhausting, especially with the different time zones. As soon as we walk out of the big bulky doors there is suddenly a strange feeling in my gut and my mind. There is something that's not right. I scan my surroundings and notice how there is only two cars here, mine and Dimitri's.

It took a split second for me to move Jace out of the way from the flying bullet. I turn to see a sniper on top of the building close to the warehouse, I got out my gun knowing I was too far away but shot out at them anyway. I probably caught them in the arm or the leg, but one can only hope.

"Dimitri, go at the back of the warehouse, there is a sniper." I shout through my phone and state at Jace's face.

His eyes begin to widen when they reach my white tight shirt, I look down at the muscle and sigh. Fuck.

The blood begins to seep through the white fabric causing it to spread like wildfire. "Shit, Kristian."

"It's a scrape." I shake the itching sensation away and walk back into the warehouse, waiting for Dimitri to come back with our sniper.

Jace still looks at me with wary eyes, "I think you should go back to the mansion, get it stitched up." I roll my eyes, I know he's right though, I wouldn't admit it but it's secretly aching the muscle.

"Can you ask Dimitri to drop him down in the basement?" Jace nods and we both head in opposite directions.

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It took me twice as long to get back to the mansion, the pulsating sensation was still prominent in my upper arm, causing my muscle to become tired and agitated. I attempt to park the SUV but it's a difficult task. I walk into the mansion and Maxim looked at me with a face of confusion, that is until he says my arm. The blood has now spread to nearly the whole of the arm sleeve.

"The nurse isn't here Kristian..." He sighs and grabs a bottle of whiskey. Typical man into his alcohol and seems to think it's the only medication men need and making out he will not be the one to help stitch me up.

𝐌 𝐈 𝐋 𝐀 • 𝐎 𝐑 𝐋 𝐎 𝐕

I sit crossed legged until a huge grunt leaves the mouth of someone in pain. I don't bolt up; I just look up and find another member of the gang with his hands wrapped around what looks like an enemy. "You!" I turn and find another member from the Bratva come up to the cell and tug on the lock on the door.

"Kristian needs you." He lets out a gruff sound. I roll my eyes and stay put.

"Did you not hear me, woman?" He opens the door and comes up to me and grabs me by the arm. I quickly tucked my arm in a right angel and elbow him in between the legs. I gain a grunt and know this was my chance to get out of the cell.

I started to jog but my body was pulled back. "Let go of me!" I grunt out attempting to kick out, although I was strong, I wouldn't ever admit the truth that men are physically stronger than women and that pisses me off.

"Kristian has been shot, you're the only one who is willing to get your hands dirty with his blood, so you will fix it."

"Fuck fixing him." He throws me on the floor with aggression, the cobblestone underneath me grew colder on my knees and shot up like a lightning bolt inside of my body. Any harder and my knees could've shattered. "Look, I'm sure an arrangement could be met, hm?" He looked down at me. The big bad wolf man looks down at me. And this is what it's like in the mafia world, men look down on the women and see them as less superior. Well fuck them.

"Go to hell." I stand up and throw my shoulders back and keep them straight, pushing my face closer to his, although I'm a little bit shorter I still feel some sort of power over him.

"I'm already there, but have it your way, you'll be stuck here." He has a smirk painted across his face and begins to walk off, my mind crosses the paths of leaving here and the possible different arrangements that could be made for me.

"Wait." I sigh in defeat. I never give into a man, let alone a mafia made man.

"I'll do it, for myself." I walk past him and make my way up to the top of the stairs where I beat a grunt from the living room.

I watch as Kristian sits there on the sofa in front of the fireplace with his red stained sleeve and whiskey in his other hand. I walk over to him and sit beside him.

"What happened?" I enquire, waiting patiently for a response, but I get ignored.

"If you're going to be rude, I won't give my support, I don't feel sorry for you anyway." I begin to stand until a hand curls around my wrist. I feel the sudden Deja vu from the first night I was here in this mansion and when his large hands wrapped around my wrist and pinned me down against the floor. The ripping of my hoodie to reveal the anger laced around his face.

"Fine." He gives in stubbornly.

He walks past me and grabs out a small first aid kit, he passes it to me and takes a seat back on the sofa. "Do you want me to cut it? Or are you just going to sit there?" I know he has a bad arm, but it's not difficult to take a top off.

I watch as he unbuttons his shirt, slowly sliding it off his non-damaged arm but struggles when it comes to his other one. I sigh and take over, slowly pulling back the fabric to reveal the tone of his skin and the raw red from his injury.

Attempting not to stare at Kristian's body proves to be a difficult task, I can't help my eyes darting to the scars across his body and the stiffness of his arm. Although Kristian is attractive, so are other men and a woman's needs need to be met, and unfortunately mine haven't for a long time.

I begin to wipe the skin with antibacterial wipes which helps numb the skin ever so slightly and a special substance to clean the wound to prevent infection, I chuckle to myself which causes Kristian to raise a brow at me.

"Do you want some numbing cream?" I try and hide my smile but he shakes his head, I begin to stitch the skin together, for some reason fixing a wound was and always has been satisfying to me, watching when you pierce one side of the skin and connect it with the other side, and eventually you end up with a strip of skin stitched together like Frankenstein.

"Mila, you make everything difficult you know?" He sighs, I can feel the frustration radiating off him. But do I feel bad? Not at all.

"I know, I get that a lot."

"Why are you here? Who do you work for?" He stands up in a hurry and stares down at me. Compared to the other guy who grabbed me earlier, Kristian is so much taller.

"I told you; I don't answer questions to anyone."

"You're getting on my nerves." He pushes past me and turns again to face me. "Maxim, take her back down in the basement." I turn to where he's looking and it was the same guy who had grabbed my arm earlier.

"No, Maxim said we could come up with an arrangement." I say through gritted teeth.

"Not happening, you did your job, you owed me anyway for attempting to kill me." He leaves and Maxim comes closer, raising his hands up ready to grab me again. "Don't even think about it, I'll walk myself." I walk past him and make my way back to the basement.

I slump myself against the icy wall and stare out to the opposite wall. The last thing I hear is Kristian demanding orders that they call the Irish and arrange a meeting tonight. But what I lovely meeting that'll be.