The Handler : A Dark Russian Mafia Romance (The Cells of Kalashov Book 2) by Vi Carter

Author:Vi Carter [Carter , Vi]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: CARTER BOOKS
Published: 2021-05-17T16:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER TWELVE

EVIE

I’ve felt weak a few times in my life. Even at ten, I understood weakness. When you had to stand and watch someone die, you understand there was nothing you could do about it.

The first time I was marked, I felt weak, knowing I couldn’t stop them from branding me.

Letting Lucca walk out that door without me and leaving my sisters in his hands made me feel weak again.

I hold my head high and try to remind myself of all I have survived. All I will survive.

I stay in Lucca’s room for a while. I’m tempted to go downstairs and find Anita, but each time I’m ready to step out into the hall, a security man passes, driving me back inside. Looking out the window, I spot a few security men scattered around the front yard. The amount of security should make me feel more secure, but it doesn’t. It just feels suffocating right now.

“You okay, Kitten?” Anita, Lucca’s sister, steps into the bedroom. She’s wearing a black and white polka dot shirt and trousers. The band in her hair is the same fabric and design as her outfit. She looks glamorous but cheap.

But it’s the kindness that pours from her that I cling to.

“No,” I answer honestly.

She enters the room. “Anything I can help with?”

I’m ready to tell her no. I didn’t think she would help me leave, or Lucca wouldn’t have left me with her, but she could help me in another way.

“It’s Lucca.” I start.

She pulls at one of the large loops on her ear before sitting down on the bed. “Isn’t it always?” Her smile is similar to his.

“He was telling me about growing up in Camp, and it hurt my heart.”

Anita grows serious, and I think I’ve taken this in the wrong direction.

“He told you about Camp?” Disbelief coats her words.

“Yes, it sounded brutal.”

She nods, and her silver eyes darken. I take the moment to sit down beside her.

“My brother is so strong.”

I take her hand in mine. “You must have missed him so much.”

“I did. He was like a father to me. Our own was an absolute waste of space.” Anita pulls at her earring again and rolls her eyes. Her gaze has lightened like she’s referred to her father as that a million times.

“He spent our whole lives behind bars.”

I nod like I knew that.

“My mother always believed that’s why Lucca went to the Camp. That he wanted to be the man our father never was.”

It’s a drop in the ocean. It’s small, minor, some might even say, insignificant information, but the fact it’s about Lucca is enough to try to connect the dots.

“Your mother, is she still alive?” I ask.

Anita releases my hand and shakes her head. “She died a few years back.”

“I’m sorry for your loss.”

“Thanks, Kitten.” Anita stands, and I think that’s all the information I’m going to get out of her.

“What about you? Your parents in the land of the living?”

The question has a hand reaching in and squeezing my heart.

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