Courtney's P.O.V. I can barely breathe as Bobby takes me home to get the kids and pack our things. How did I get into this mess? I thought being a nurse would be enough to pay the bills, but in New York, it's barely enough to keep food on the table. That's the only reason I even took Gregory's call. I didn't want to leave the city, but I may not have a choice. All of my memories with Danny are here, and I hate to let them slip away. I pay the babysitter and send her home as soon as we walk in. Tyler and Sarah look at the large man with me and hide behind my legs. "Mommy, who is that?" Tyler asks softly. Bobby doesn't seem mean or intimidating, but he's a giant compared to my two little ones. Before I can reply, the man himself squats down next to us. He's definitely ex-military with his super short brown hair and muscular physique. I'll admit I feel a lot safer with him around. "My name is Bobby. I'm here to take you an
Courtney's P.O.V. My heart is racing like crazy, not because I'm scared that Gregory or someone else may be watching us leave. It's because of the man holding my hand. His hands are huge. He's holding the handles of all three suitcases with one hand and mine with the other while Tyler sits happily on his shoulders. I hate to admit it, but to anyone from the outside looking in, we look like a family. A part of me feels like I'm betraying Danny, but in my heart, I know he wouldn't want me to be alone forever. However, the man who's supposed to be keeping us safe shouldn't be making my head go to places I'm sure he's not even thinking about. When we get outside, the SUV that brought me home is waiting for us. Bobby puts our suitcases in the back. Where did they get car seats so quickly? We put the kids in the middle row, and I get into the back seat. I expect Bobby to ride in the front with the driver like he did when we left the
Anushka's P.O.V. After walking a few steps with the physical therapist, I feel like I've been hit by a truck. When he first had me sit up, I was slightly dizzy, but it passed. My legs felt weak when I stood, but moving around felt good. Now, my body aches, but I'm not complaining because I'm thankful to be alive. After Courtney left, a new nurse came in. I'll be honest, I'm not a fan of hers. She's rude and constantly complaining about Jordan and Dakota being in the room. I'm glad I'm leaving the ICU because I'm two seconds away from letting my inner bitch come out. "Well, everything looks good. Are you ready to move to the other unit?" Dr. Martinez asks as he walks into the room. "Yes, thank you. Do you still think I'll need to be at the hospital for two weeks or more?" I can't say anything to him, but I don't feel very safe with Gregory trying to get the staff to kill me. The next person may not have a heart like Courtne
Gavin's P.O.V. I feel uncomfortable about Anushka being moved to a non-secure unit. There are too many people able to get around. I can't tell who's doctors, nurses, or housekeeping because they all wear scrubs. Jordan walks out to talk to me while the doctor checks Anushka. "You don't like this any more than I do, do you?" He asks, leaning against the wall next to me. "No. There's too much going on here. Someone can sneak in, and we won't know who they are. Especially with half the people wearing face masks. They can pretend to be one of the staff, and we would never know." I answer him. Gregory was already able to get to the nurse who Bobby likes. At least she turned out to be a good person, but what if he gets to someone else. Even if we check all their badges, one of the staff members could be corrupt. "I'm going to talk to the doctor. We have to have a better plan. Give me a minute." I nod and look arou
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