“As you told me, I don’t have much of a choice.I need to know if Gnesin is alive, and if he is worth saving.You’re my only shot.”
There was no one else.Especially no one he trusted.There was only Anastasia.
“Let’s see what you’re made of, Babkin.”
He moved her around the back of the house, and there were several tree stumps.He figured the previous owners of the house liked to shoot, as each tree stump moved further away, but provided the perfect spot to rest bottles, or cans, or whatever target they wanted.
Dmitriy found five empty bottles, and he moved across the large field, placing them where they needed to be, then he walked toward her.She held the gun in her hand, and it looked ...odd.Anastasia could pretend all she wanted, but she was not comfortable holding a gun.She looked nervous.He didn’t want anything to happen to her.
“Take aim, and shoot.”
She held the gun up, and he saw she didn’t have a clue what she was doing.First, the safety was on.She pressed the trigger, and of course, nothing.She did so again and again, until he finally took pity on her and stared into her eyes, as he gripped the gun, giving her a pointed look.He didn’t even need to look at the gun to know how to take off the safety.
Anastasia had so much attitude as she rolled her eyes.“So, I don’t know how to take the safety off.I didn’t even know it had a safety, so what?”She shrugged.
As for Dmitriy, he knew, at this moment in time, they were fucked.He could leave.But Gnesin hadn’t been an asshole to him.He had given him a position, and he hadn’t been pissed that he had killed his parents.Not when he saw the scars.He owed Gnesin the chance to survive.
Anastasia was innocent, and if they somehow managed to pull this off, he was going to make sure she never had a target on her head again.
****
In all her life, Anastasiahad never entered Gnesin’s home, but as she did so now, there was a real fear, which she tried to hide.No one stopped her.She had waited for the majority of the staff to arrive, and she hadn’t smiled or played nice.Instead, she held a bag across her body and waited to be patted down by one of the guards.Every woman had a bag, and she was nervous about them looking in hers.
However, as the guard was about to check her bag, someone distracted him, then the bag was opened, closed, and handed right back to her.She had no idea what she was doing, and Dmitriy told her to follow the crowd, just keep her head down, lay low.He wouldn’t be too far, and if it went sideways, she was just to run.
Seeing the guards, getting a glimpse of the inside, she was not going to be able to run.This was a fortress.
Dmitriy had told her what to look for, and it came as no surprise to find many Gambino guards and not a single Gnesin guard.She couldn’t see signs of dead bodies or blood.All that evidence must have been covered up.
After making it through the main clearance, she followed the rest of the women to the back of the house, and they made their way to the locker.She had a little trouble finding the necessary maid’s outfit, but she finally figured it out and was able to start the process of cleaning the house.
Anastasia had no choice, on that first day, but to follow the rules.She took notice of everything—where the guards were stationed, the changes that were made.She kept a close eye on the staff as well.There were both male and female staff, and she tried not to show nerves when she was stopped.Each room had a guard.
Anastasia couldn’t figure out what had been changed.She had never been to Gnesin’s home.She only had the brief description Dmitriy had given to her, and right now it wasn’t the best information to go on.
When it came to lunch, they were all rounded up and forced to eat outside.She had packed her own lunch.While outside, she continued to watch the house, and if a guard looked her way, she would quickly glance up to the sky.
It was a lot of work, but everything was running like a machine.By the end of the day, the uniforms were taken from them, and they were all escorted off the property.
Dmitriy had told her to turn left and keep walking until she saw his car.He was there, glasses on, as she got closer to him.She didn’t know what he had been up to, but the moment she climbed into the car, he leaned across the seat and pulled her in close, taking possession of her lips.
“You made it.”
“I made it.”
“Let’s not talk here, come on.”He turned the car around, and they headed in the opposite direction.
“What’s going on?”she asked.
“I want to make sure you’re not followed.We’re only assuming they don’t know who you are, but we don’t know for certain.Anyone could be following you.”
She hadn’t even thought about that.Glancing behind her, she tried to see if anyone followed, but there was no one there.
Nibbling her lip, she didn’t know how long they drove, but he finally pulled up outside a drive-thru burger place and ordered them some food.They stayed in the car, and Dmitriy was like a completely different person when they were around people.It was odd to see the ghost devil acting so normal.She liked it, but then she had come to realize she liked a lot of things about Dmitriy.
“Tell me about your day.The whole setup, everything.”
She told him about everything, from the moment she entered the house, the guards checking her stuff, and also how easily he was distracted.
