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en a look. Then she turned to me, smiling sweetly. "Well Rita, I heard about last week's assignm

mall kisses in my hair. "She is! My little carica. If only you had seen the fa

ile I was smirking at them. I saw the leader's son, Eric. Blond hair like silk, gray-blue eyes like stone, and sharp jaw like a blade. He looked furious, as if he wanted to take my hear

mom said softly and sweetly, a

" I told her in the same t

nk and danced khorovod and sudite on the tables

d time. I guess that's what they need. They

. I want the world to see what it allows people to do. How smart people are silent, so

am, as well as the police, but they have no evidence against me or my family. But they always know h

hing and taking the lives of someone's fathers, mothers, sisters, wives, hu

the scars on Kira's pare

her, Garret, leaning against the corner across from me. His arms

leader, but let's be honest, I would be a much better leader t

everyone in the family, but w

e wall, walking up the

ched me. Her hand moved slowly up and down on my back.

at's all. I need to rest before tomorrow's assignment."

home. Reaching my room, I locked the door, leaning my back against it, and slowly des

y skin. My arms are burning, my legs see

white bandages. They are so soft that I didn't even notice

my eyes, biting my lower lip to stop the pain. When the pain

ll of shelves with books, while the other half is full of closets. Above my bed stood a big picture of a Moscow

putting it on the chair. Some drops of blood g

en a cold wind hit me in the back. Closing the window, still looki

ly began to undress. taking off the ribbon that held my lush brown hair, I let it fall on my shoulders. I took off my j

's left on me are black panties and a black bra. I unbuttoned it, letting the fringes slowly

hot, but not enough to shed all the blood, but that blood is not mine. I opened my eyes and saw that the shower had already slowl

. The same old hands that serve only one thing a

nd me. Opening the door, I felt the cold air, as bef

ut I was actually just listening. Is anyone in my room? Moved slowly, I heard a footstep. I quickly ran to my des

ding them tightly above my head. I can't move, I don't even know what's going on. But soon

He said and then grabbed my waist, squeez