Assigned To The Bratva Heir – Mira J Fox

Instead, I was greeted with the sight of Micah sitting there, eating a stale-looking sandwich. There was a pile of food in the chair next to him. Jesus, had it really been that long? I knew I was running late, but I had come as quickly as I could.

Panting heavily, I looked around the small, comfortable room, and the first thing I noticed was that it wasn’t comfortable at all. “Where is she?” Slowly, he lifted his head and met my eyebrows. “She said I should eat this,” he said quickly, not answering my question, like I would care that he was eating. “Before it went to waste. Most of it went to the nursing staff, but she knew I would be hungry, and I knew,” his eyes met mine, and it might have been my imagination, but it looked like he was angry, “that you wouldn’t want me to leave her alone for even a few minutes.”

I nodded. “You were right, but I am here now, Micah. You can head home.” Lips pursed, he looked away so quickly that it was impossible not to get the impression he wasn’t just angry at me, he was livid. “Where is Amy?” I asked again. If he was here, then she hadn’t gone home.

Without meaning to, I glanced at the clock and the world tilted on its axis. That couldn’t be right. The time must be wrong because if it was right, it had been twenty hours since she had called me, and I had promised her that I would be there. Had she sat in this room alone for twenty hours? Had she wondered where I was? “She’s not here, she is—” He shook his head and fell silent.

My stomach flip-flopped. “Did something happen?” I could barely get the word out of my mouth. “Did Alessia?”

Nothing quite said Fall like rain blowing into my face and soaking me before I even got to work. Not that it really made any difference. I wasn’t going to win any beauty pageants anyway. I couldn’t even remember the last time I had a haircut that wasn’t done with scissors in my own kitchen. Plus, I sighed, I wasn’t employed to look pretty but to do a job, and I was good at the job.

No one could deny that. Pushing open the retirement home’s door, I shook the raindrops from my shoulders, and an icy droplet made its way under my hood and down my back. I cried out, shrugging my heavy coat off and grimacing. “You look like a drowned rat, Amy,” the receptionist, Clara, said with a laugh. I scowled at her but only for a second before I joined her laugh. She was right, of course. I did look like I’d walked through a typhoon.

Hanging my soaking wet coat up in the closet, I made short work of taming my slightly curly dark hair into a bun and turned back to her. “How is everything today?” I asked. “Quiet.” From behind her, a shout went up. Someone demanded their breakfast and more coffee. “Well, apart from him,” she said pointedly.

“He’s a serious piece of work.” My smile faded. I knew who she meant, but I didn’t like the way she said it. It wasn’t any of our residents’ fault that they got overwhelmed. “I heard, “her voice lowered to a conspiratorial whisper, “that he was some kind of Russian gangster.

Like really dangerous.” Her eyes widened. Shaking my head, I eyed her. “He’s just an old Russian man, dragged away from his home and dumped here. It’s overwhelming for him. I don’t think we have to make him into some sort of monster just because he’s a little difficult.” Clara’s smile faded to nothing. “You’re probably right, and I’m glad you think so because—” she passed over a sheet of neatly printed paper.

On it were my tasks for the day, the residents I would be in charge of, and, like always, it was the most awkward, challenging ones. They always did that since I was a nursing student before coming here. I didn’t mind, really, but today I was tired and— Another shout went up, and I lost my train of thought. “I’d best get on with everything.” Giving her a cheery wave, I headed back to where the residents were, saying hello to staff as I headed towards the kitchen.

Usually, I just worked my way down the list, but today, because of all the shouting, I was going to start with him. Pushing open the door, I found someone had already sat him up in his bed and changed him into fresh clothes, so at least I wouldn’t have to do that.

This is a short excerpt from the opening of “” by Unknown, quoted for review and introduction purposes. All rights belong to the copyright holders.

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