A few weeks later...This is simply ridiculous, unheard of, abnormal, out of this world and I don't know what other adjective I can put to what is happening to me. If overnight your whole perfect life starts to fall apart with so many lies, I don't think anyone would react in the nicest way.I will say the most cliché phrase that everyone on this earth knows."If you had told me months ago that I would be going through all of this I simply wouldn't believe it."Cliché, right?Well, I just don't understand why they had to lie to me. I was 7 years old and I didn't remember anything. To me it would all be true and it didn't cost them to tell me how I got here. To be honest with a child who despite having no memories could handle what they could tell me.They were my only truth after all.What could go wrong?I was a girl and I could fix everything by crying for a few days until I got over it. I don't belittle children by saying they cry, but it's easier to explain how we feel when we're
At ten past four in the afternoon, I was standing as a good patient at the door of her office. Although I knew that her shift was over, she always stayed a while in case I came in."Patient, today did you deign to show up at your doctor's office," she asked in a sardonic voice when she saw me standing in the doorway."I will look for another psychologist, mine is crazy," we started to laugh."You know the protocol, you're a doctor here," he winks at me.I walk through and close the door to take a seat on a couch next to hers. She pulls out her notebook and putting on her best crazy face, begins the game of rummaging through my mind.Here we go again."From the look on your face, I know you don't want to talk, but I inform you that we have all day," she looks at me amused. "Cancel all my appointments, Miss Russian." she smiles mischievously. "Whenever you want, start talking about whatever you want."With Danielle nothing surprises me anymore. Sometimes I wonder if she is like that, or
Olympia Medical Center.Larchmont Village- United States.Receiving that call brought my world crashing down. It felt like the drive from one state to another took forever, and two hours later Nathan, Danielle and I were arriving at a hospital in Larchmont. I was able to tell him what was happening before I started to feel anxious and lose my speech. He listened to me in my little panic attack and sat me in the car while he called Danielle to come with us.Neither of them said anything on the way to the hospital and I really appreciated it. I didn't and don't have words to describe how I feel right now. The whole trip Nate's warm right hand never left mine and he held it tightly.Right now I feel a little disoriented, but I know that if I'm with him, somehow I have a feeling that everything will be okay.As soon as he stopped the car in front of the hospital, I almost ran to the front desk to ask for my aunt. Every minute that passed without hearing from her was killing me. Nate and D
We arrived at the office and on the walls there were several awards and diplomas. He is known for being an eminent figure in the world of medicine and if we ignore the fact that he is a multimillionaire, it would be even better. I know his life by heart because I really admire him as a human being and professional.I hope to be that famous and successful as I enter my thirties.After quickly looking around the place and wandering in my mind for a while, I remember who I'm with and come back to reality."Before you start talking, I want you to know that I am also a doctor and you can talk to me straight away because I will understand everything you have to tell me," I tell him, sitting down in the chair in front of his desk.He nods, giving me a look full of pride, as he takes a seat in his chair, and then checks some things on his desk."Due to the car accident there was a fracture in the vertebrae," he says, I swallow thickly, as I look at the X-ray film he shows me. "An X-ray was ta
I left the hallway without managing to form a word. It's just that this is too much for anyone. It's not normal to have a life like this. I want my perfect life back where I just distrusted the whole world. Like I wish I had a magic wand, or suffered memory loss again. But this time to be lost in a place where no one knows me, in a place where no one can hurt me, in a place where lies are not served as the main course of the day.Is this normal?Because let me tell you, for me it's not. My parents are looking for me, Sasha is my older brother, my aunt Francesca has a serious accident, Stefano is a mobster and hates me and I don't know why. There are probably more lies in my life, and if that wasn't enough, my family belongs to the Russian mafia.Did I fail to mention anything else? How could I forget. I'm the head of the mafia."More than 20 years of a perfect life destroyed in seconds," I whisper to nowhere.I walk out of the hospital looking for the exit. I know I should stay and fi
Immersed in my world I mentally thanked the three of them for not trying to probe my emotional state. I honestly have no idea how to tell them that I am the daughter of mobsters. No, rather. I don't know how to tell them that Dmitry Bogdanov is my family. I come back to reality when we start to stop in front of the door of an apartment. My full attention is on Nathan as I listen to his explanation."Danielle will stay in that one over there," he points to the door diagonal to us, "that's Logan's house and this one here," I turn to see the door behind Nate, "that's my apartment and you will stay with me."I look at the white number stuck on the gray door."The guy from apartment 512, like the song?" He smiles amused at what I say. "It was all planned, wasn't it?" I mumbled, but I knew they heard me."Don't bother, Natasha," Logan replied. "You see, these apartments are very small and there's only room for two people per house" he raised an eyebrow, holding back the urge to laugh. "We c
Nathan...Watching her sleep has become my new hobby. I won't deny that my friend, has been complaining in my crotch about not giving her use with it. But I don't want to rush her with anything. She has enough to do with her complicated life without me adding that I want to make love to her. Make love to her?"I stopped using that verbiage years ago," I laugh at my thoughts.Because of my job women prefer to have me for a getaway, quick sex, but nothing serious. Unfortunately I'm never available for when they need me. I miss a lot of important dates and most of the time, the girls get tired of my work."My little Russian girl, if you knew everything you awaken in me you wouldn't be sleeping so peacefully on my chest," I whisper softly.Her breathing is slow, her eyes are a little puffy from crying, her cheeks have traces of last night's tears and her mouth...God, her appetizing mouth made me hungry.I remove several hairs that were falling down her face, I start to slowly approach h
Nathan...How different Natasha makes me feel. I know that when I return home she will be there. Even if it's just for a few hours, having her to myself is unique and special. When I was told about this mission and shown the picture of her, there was something that captivated me. Just one picture was enough for that Russian to put my world at her mercy."What a nerve you've got, brother," says Logan as he arrives. "Bad night with the Russian?""I wish that's all it was," we sit under a tree. "I scared her while I was sleeping with her and confessed to her that I was in the military.""Are you crazy, Nathan? We can't lose the mission again. Not now that we are closer," he runs his hands through his hair nervously, "Did you tell her something else that will expose us? She can't know we're special forces."I laugh sideways at the conversation I just had with him."No, I'm not such an idiot to tell her that either," he looks at me incredulously. "Logan, that's not the problem," I sigh, st