The Hitman's P.O.V. Just as I'm about to pull the trigger, the door opens behind me, and I quickly slide the gun into my waistband. I turn to see a nurse staring at me in confusion. "I'm sorry, I'm not familiar with you. Are you one of the specialists coming to see Melinda?" He asks. I look at the woman in the bed and realize I was about to kill the wrong person. Fuck. "I think I walked into the wrong room," I say as I push past him. I know this is the room Anushka was in. Where did she go? I walk over to the nurse's station. "Hello, I'm Doctor Silverman. Can you tell me what room Anushka Wilkins is in, please?" I try to control the anger in my voice. If that woman or her husband had woken up and seen me with the gun, it would have ruined everything. The woman behind the desk looks at her computer. "I'm sorry they must not have told you. She left AMA about an hour ago." I walk away before I
Raymond's P.O.V. I'm getting more and more frustrated trying to figure out who hired the man to kidnap Anushka. It usually doesn't take long, but this guy knew how to cover his tracks. I finally discovered his name was Cain, but there was little else. When I'm about ready to declare him a ghost, I find a small trail of electronic breadcrumbs. I carefully follow them, making sure they don't lead me down another rabbit hole. When I decipher the code for the last piece, it opens a hidden file. I read what's in it three times to ensure I'm seeing it correctly. First, there's a list of people that Cain tortured and what methods he used. He was extremely brutal to the women. I'm not even going to get into what that signifies. When I scroll to the next page, it has a list of the people who hired him to kill the men and women on the other list. I look at the name at the bottom and feel sick. It's Stewart Wilkins, Anushka's father. I can't believe he
Anushka's P.O.V. I'm the daughter of a Russian crime boss, and when Dakota turns five, I will inherit a portion of his empire. I want nothing to do with the crime family, but if Stewart knows the truth, I'm sure he's not the only one. "We don't have to tell anyone I'm his daughter, do we?" I ask, looking from Raymond to Jordan. "No, you don't have to, but I'm sure others already know. Honestly, I think it would be best to go to Christov yourself. If you go to anyone else, it could make things worse for you. He has five sons who thought they would split the family business between them, giving them each a 20% share. If you get 25%, that cuts them out of millions, if not billions. If one of them finds out about you, they could try to kill you themselves to keep your identity secret. I don't know much about his sons, but I do know that you are his youngest child, and he never married after your mom left him. I truly believe he was
Anushka's P.O.V. I look from Christov and his men with guns to our men with guns. Please don't let there be a shoot-out. Jordan is standing next to me with his hand on my shoulder. When I hear someone running, I want to scream, I know it's Dakota. I don't want her in here right now. "Mommy, Daddy." She stops when she sees all the men with guns. "Why are there bad guys here?" "Who is this?" Christov asks, looking from Dakota to me. Jordan picks her up and comes back to my side. "Our daughter," I reply. "Are you going to hurt us like the other bad guy hurt my Mommy? I don't like bad guys. I will call the police." She warns them. I glance down the hallway and see Courtney looking at us. She looks sick. I smile and tilt my head so she'll go back in the room. I know Dakota probably ran out before she could stop her. "I'm not going to hurt you or your Mommy. I'm taking you guys
Stewart's P.O.V. I know Anushka has to have that flash drive in her house. I already had someone who works for her look in the office, and it wasn't there. It has to be in her home, but the person I sent there couldn't find it. When she took over, I had left it hidden inside the desk in my office. It contains all the evidence needed to prove that she's Christov's daughter. No one can find out that she exists, or I'll be dead. I know Christov loved Gloria, and if Anushka tells him how I treated them, he will make me suffer. My only regret is not getting rid of the proof that Anushka is Christov's. Gloria made the mistake of keeping a diary on her laptop that outlined her time with Christov and how she was pregnant when we met. I took a swab from Anushka's mouth when she was a baby and had her DNA tested to see if she was mine. When the results came back, they showed that I wasn't her father. That's when I decided I would make her mother's life hell for tricking me. Gloria's diary a
Anushka's P.O.V. I watch Christov with Dakota, and I can forget that he's a mob boss for a minute. I'm still trying to wrap my head around this man being my father. How did Stewart find out, and why did he never say anything? I also have a hitman coming after me. "Anushka, you have five half brothers. I'm going to meet with them tonight to tell them about you. You will inherit 25% of my business when Dakota has her fifth birthday." I stop him before he can go on. "I don't want any part of your business. I'm doing fine, so leave things as they were before you knew about me." I'm positive I want no ties to the Russian mob. That's an extra headache we don't need to deal with. "I insist. You don't have to be involved in the business. You can just sit back and let your inheritance grow." I shake my head. "I don't want any affiliation with it or the attention it will bring to my family and me. I don't mind you spending time with us, but as a father and grandfather, no business involv
Kozar's P.O.V. When the text comes over that Dad wants an urgent meeting with me and my brothers, I want to refuse. I don't like some of the businesses he's involved in. I only associate myself with the clean businesses. I went to college and graduated at the top of my class with a business degree. My brothers thought it was a waste of time, but I'm not like them. I don't even look like them. I take after my mother. Instead of blonde hair and blue eyes, I have black hair and dark brown eyes. They are all tall and somewhat muscular, but I'm built like a football player. At least that's what dad says. I'm six foot six and huge compared to the rest of them. Everyone thinks I'm an enforcer when really I'm a giant nerd. I'm quieter than the rest of them and prefer to keep to myself. I'm also the only one who doesn't live on the family compound. I live in Manhattan. Everyone else is already gathered in Dad's office when I get to the family home. I stand next to the door, ready to leave
Anushka's P.O.V. I can't believe that Kozar is my half-brother. Everyone is looking at us in confusion. "How exactly do you two know each other?" Jordan asks. "We went to the same college. He was a year ahead of me and my mentor for two years. We lost contact when he graduated, and I started seeing Harrison." I don't even want to say that bastard's name. "You guys didn't date, did you?" Christov asks, joining us in the living room. Kozar and I laugh. "No, we were just really good friends," Kozar replies. I always wondered what happened to him. After his graduation it was like he fell off the face of the Earth. "Can Tyler and Sarah come out now?" Dakota asks. "Yes. You can get them." I tell her. She runs to her room and returns with Courtney and the two kids. Dakota is holding their hands. "This is Mommy's nurse, Courtney, and my friends Tyler and Sarah. This is Grandpa Chrissy and Uncle Kozy." She introduces. "It's nice to meet you both. I'm going to start cooking