{"id":252125,"date":"2026-07-13T01:46:36","date_gmt":"2026-07-12T22:46:36","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/1kitap1.com\/en\/assigned-to-the-bratva-heir-mira-j-fox\/"},"modified":"2026-07-13T01:46:36","modified_gmt":"2026-07-12T22:46:36","slug":"assigned-to-the-bratva-heir-mira-j-fox","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/1kitap1.com\/en\/assigned-to-the-bratva-heir-mira-j-fox\/","title":{"rendered":"Assigned To The Bratva Heir – Mira J Fox"},"content":{"rendered":"
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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.<\/p>\n

Panting heavily, I looked around the small, comfortable room, and the first thing I noticed was that it wasn\u2019t comfortable at all. \u201cWhere is she?\u201d Slowly, he lifted his head and met my eyebrows. \u201cShe said I should eat this,\u201d he said quickly, not answering my question, like I would care that he was eating. \u201cBefore it went to waste. Most of it went to the nursing staff, but she knew I would be hungry, and I knew,\u201d his eyes met mine, and it might have been my imagination, but it looked like he was angry, \u201cthat you wouldn\u2019t want me to leave her alone for even a few minutes.\u201d<\/p>\n

I nodded. \u201cYou were right, but I am here now, Micah. You can head home.\u201d Lips pursed, he looked away so quickly that it was impossible not to get the impression he wasn\u2019t just angry at me, he was livid. \u201cWhere is Amy?\u201d I asked again. If he was here, then she hadn\u2019t gone home.<\/p>\n

Without meaning to, I glanced at the clock and the world tilted on its axis. That couldn\u2019t 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? \u201cShe\u2019s not here, she is\u2014\u201d He shook his head and fell silent.<\/p>\n

My stomach flip-flopped. \u201cDid something happen?\u201d I could barely get the word out of my mouth. \u201cDid Alessia?\u201d<\/p>\n

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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\u2019t going to win any beauty pageants anyway. I couldn\u2019t even remember the last time I had a haircut that wasn\u2019t done with scissors in my own kitchen. Plus, I sighed, I wasn\u2019t employed to look pretty but to do a job, and I was good at the job.<\/p>\n

No one could deny that. Pushing open the retirement home\u2019s 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. \u201cYou look like a drowned rat, Amy,\u201d 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\u2019d walked through a typhoon.<\/p>\n

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. \u201cHow is everything today?\u201d I asked. \u201cQuiet.\u201d From behind her, a shout went up. Someone demanded their breakfast and more coffee. \u201cWell, apart from him,\u201d she said pointedly.<\/p>\n

\u201cHe\u2019s a serious piece of work.\u201d My smile faded. I knew who she meant, but I didn\u2019t like the way she said it. It wasn\u2019t any of our residents\u2019 fault that they got overwhelmed. \u201cI heard, \u201cher voice lowered to a conspiratorial whisper, \u201cthat he was some kind of Russian gangster.<\/p>\n

Like really dangerous.\u201d Her eyes widened. Shaking my head, I eyed her. \u201cHe\u2019s just an old Russian man, dragged away from his home and dumped here. It\u2019s overwhelming for him. I don\u2019t think we have to make him into some sort of monster just because he\u2019s a little difficult.\u201d Clara\u2019s smile faded to nothing. \u201cYou\u2019re probably right, and I\u2019m glad you think so because\u2014\u201d she passed over a sheet of neatly printed paper.<\/p>\n

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\u2019t mind, really, but today I was tired and\u2014 Another shout went up, and I lost my train of thought. \u201cI\u2019d best get on with everything.\u201d Giving her a cheery wave, I headed back to where the residents were, saying hello to staff as I headed towards the kitchen.<\/p>\n

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\u2019t have to do that.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n

This is a short excerpt from the opening of “” by Unknown, quoted for review and introduction purposes. All rights belong to the copyright holders.<\/em><\/p>\n

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