Total pages in book: 33
Estimated words: 30437 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 152(@200wpm)___ 122(@250wpm)___ 101(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 30437 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 152(@200wpm)___ 122(@250wpm)___ 101(@300wpm)
Dmitriy sat back.
“Is it gone?” she asked.
“No.”
“Then that makes absolutely no—” She didn’t finish as an alarm came from Dmitriy’s cell phone.
Within the last six months, Anastasia had never heard an alarm like that. She watched Dmitriy tense.
“We’ve got company.”
Chapter Four
Nothing was making any sense to Dmitriy.
He opened up his cell phone and spotted three men entering his property. All of them were wearing black and held machine guns. They were moving with purpose which told him they were trained men.
There was no way anyone could have found him. This had to have come from Gnesin, and it made no fucking sense. Unless, of course, he knew about Anastasia, which just wasn’t fucking possible.
He grabbed Anastasia, and he always had an exit plan. She didn’t fight him as he moved her toward the back door, and then entered the cabin, setting up the explosives and the trigger. Once that was done, he left out the back with his guns strapped to his body, and he grabbed Anastasia’s hand, moving toward the woods. She didn’t say a word, and kept up with him. If needed, he would carry her.
They were a few feet away when the ground shook as his home exploded.
“What the fuck?” Anastasia asked.
He rarely heard her curse, and it made him smile. There was no time to stop, and he continued to walk, making her follow behind him as they kept moving.
“Did you just blow up the cabin?” she asked.
“Yes.”
“Why would you do that? Isn’t that insane?”
“The location has been compromised.” But he always had a backup plan. He hadn’t gotten this far in life without being prepared.
They continued to walk, and he knew no one was following them. The men would have been killed in the blast. They walked for over a mile, to where he kept a car. Pulling out the spare keys from behind the tire, he unlocked the car and helped her inside.
She didn’t say a word as he turned over the ignition and the car came to life with a nice purr. He loved the purr of an engine. Pulling out of his hiding spot, he got onto the main road within less than ten minutes and was heading toward another location.
Anastasia didn’t speak, but she did keep looking back. Dmitriy pulled out his cell phone, and saw there was nothing from Gnesin.
“You don’t need to keep looking back. We’re not being followed,” he said, putting his cell phone away.
“Are you insane? You just blew up your cabin, and ... what the hell is going on?”
“Men had come to kill me,” he said.
“What? Why were they coming to kill you?” Anastasia still kept looking behind and all around them. “Is it because of me?”
“I have no idea. Either Gnesin knows you’re alive, or someone wants me to not know what is going on with Gnesin.”
“Clearly, you pissed off the head Bratva dude.” She leaned back in her seat. “I think I am going to be sick.”
Dmitriy pulled up against the side of the road. “Don’t do it in the car. It will stink.”
She opened the door and leaned out, taking deep breaths. He reached out and started to rub her back.
“It’s okay,” he said.
“I’m fine. I think I’m fine.” Several seconds passed, Anastasia wasn’t sick, and she closed the door. He pulled away from the curb and continued driving. “How are you not panicking?”
“It’s not the first time I’ve had people after me.”
“But you’re the Gnesin Bratva ... killer, right? They call you the ghost devil,” she said.
This made him laugh. “You think I’m a ghost devil?”
“I’ve heard a lot of rumors about you.”
“You have?”
She shrugged. “I don’t know if any of them are true.”
“Don’t believe every rumor you hear.”
“What rumor would you like me to believe?” she asked.
“None of them.”
Some of the rumors were true. He had killed people with his bare hands. He could hunt and find anyone that was a target. The rumor that was not true, he hadn’t sold his soul to the devil to get where he was today. Everything had been achieved with hard work. He had not stopped until he was the best at everything he did.
They drove for two hours, until he came to a small building lot. The gates were electric, and he entered the code, getting the gates to open which would allow him to pass. Anastasia was quiet as he drove in. The gates closed, and he drove around the back, parking in the garage, and sealing it up.
To the outside world, there was no one here. Once inside, it was a safe house that took him underground to the basement, designed to be secure.
“Wow,” Anastasia said. “This is like some kind of secret spy stuff. How did you do this?”
“I had an idea and worked to see it through.” He wasn’t about to tell her that the people who worked on this place were all dead.