All I Need

All I Need

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Genre: Romance

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Genre: Romance

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inspired by the Russian mafia of the movie 'Equalizer' (as opposed to the Russian mafia of 'taken3' or 'john wick'- 2014 seemed to be the year of the Russian mafia) lol.
Long story short it's about a mafia body guard who falls for a college student with a tragic past.
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Summary

inspired by the Russian mafia of the movie 'Equalizer' (as opposed to the Russian mafia of 'taken3' or 'john wick'- 2014 seemed to be the year of the Russian mafia) lol.
Long story short it's about a mafia body guard who falls for a college student with a tragic past.

Chapter1 (v.1) - Accident

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Submitted: February 17, 2017

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The rain hit hard through the grim death of fog. The giant droplets were soothing like a rhythm of refreshing cold. Over and over until the end of time; in that moment that would have been perfectly acceptable. In fact that was what he prayed for- to not let go. Deeper in the fog lay the scene of a gruesome crash; blood, pain, hopelessness. No screams could be heard, either due to massive fatalities or just the faucet like force of the rain. But at least for the time being, one man was not dead. He took a breath, his lips opened, taking in a sip of the torrential water. For now he felt hope, as long as he could taste the rain he knew he still stood a chance at survival.

The man's legs were broken, that was certain, as they were stuck under the remains of the second and third car in the massive accident. With what little strength he had in his arms, he leaned his body against the remains of his motorcycle; he could feel bone protruding from flesh. He now knew he was not paralyzed- unfortunately; as he could feel a level of pain, usually reserved for eternal damnation. He took shallow breaths over the agony; something had to happen to ease the pain. He had been a man of faith his entire life, perhaps preparing for a moment like this, when he really needed a dose of hope.

 The man was Alexi Urmanov a Russian mafia bodyguard, six foot four, with a large muscular build, grayish blonde hair and sky blue eyes; not much could take him down. He regularly enjoyed riding his overpriced motorcycle down the highways of Pennsylvania, miles away from the "work zone". In New Jersey he was a different man. Not a nice man; but one that survived in a profession where not many lived to see old age.

Alexi had just gone head to head with an unmarked van and (somewhat) survived to tell his story. A younger man would have laughed in the face of such a victory over fate- but at fifty seven he was not a young man. And perhaps this event was more than just fate. The unknown driver fled the scene. The truck was completely grey, and with no license plates (even with his injuries, Alexi could still remember that much.) But on the zero visibility mountain highways this one collision caused a chain of crashes involving at least two other cars, perhaps more.

Alexi coughed up water and blood. As she saw the dark red liquid streaking his facial hair, he knew he needed to force himself not cough any more, as he was probably bleeding internally (and did not want to risk dying before help arrived). His crystal blue eyes streaked with rain and tears as the pain that shot through his body threatened to render him unconscious. For the first time in his life he felt genuinely afraid. But then he felt her touch.

"It's ok..." a blue smart car had stopped, pulled to the side of the road. A girl got out, she was maybe nineteen or twenty- a college age girl with long blonde hair in a messy braid. She was five foot six, with round cheeks, doll-like aqua colored eyes and bright glossy lips like an internet makeup artist. In that moment, her beauty was elation. The girl dialed 911, to report the accident, as she held his blood covered hand.

"May the Lord Jesus protect you and lead you to eternal life." he heard her words, and appreciated her kindness. But why was she praying as if she already knew he was going to die? She offered him some water, in a rather strange way. She seemed to have 2 bottles ready, and took a few seconds to pick one. (As if there was some sort of major difference.) The moisture touched his lips, but when he tried to swallow, his stomach revolted in agonizing pain, coughing up even more dark red blood.

"I'm so sorry," she muttered, never letting go of his hand; even as the paramedics arrived. She claimed to be his daughter and rode with him to the hospital where it was revealed that (along with two broken legs, hairline fractures in his left arm, and a broken hip) Alexi suffered a punctured lung, a skull fracture and a bleed in his brain that would lead to a stroke and near total blindness in both eyes. During the night the doctors had to put in a breathing tube since he could no longer breathe on his own. She watched as the nurses pumped his IV full of morphine so he could at least sleep though the night.

"It’s ok daddy." the girl said in a whisper when she reappeared. He could no longer see or even remember her face but he was certain she was not his child. He had no children. He had never been married, or with a long term partner; in his lifetime, he never knew what such love was. Or he never allowed himself to. But there was something about this girl. She was a comfort, as if an angel.

“You really don’t remember?” She whispered as she kissed his forehead. “How I always looked more like your daughter then your lover.”

He grew sicker, from an illness he knew about for the past five years; he had terminal cancer. One year ago, the infection was stage four he would get painfully sick at random times. But each time he would brush it off; if he could still work, if he could still ride; he would keep moving forward.  But now it was worse; he heard to doctor say the infection spread to his kidneys, liver and lungs. That was why it was so painful to take a breath; at random times of the day, his chest felt like someone was suffocating him- but the feeling passed. It would always pass. But his brain was also, slowly dying; there were blackouts and minor seizures. Then just as his mind started to panic, he felt her hand touch his.

"God will forgive you." she said, it was a rather odd statement. She laced her fingers through his. He felt her hand trembling.

"Who are you?" he asked in a gravely, pain stricken voice. Despite the fact she had answered that question earlier. She could feel tears in her eyes; was he really that far gone? He could feel he had a fever.

"Anna...." she said simply and quietly as she resumed caressing his hand, as if she took pleasure in the opportunity to be there. Anna; that name was partly true.

"Why are you here?" he asked. He could feel her delicate hands trembling. Her breath was fast and forced, as if she was trying not to cry. There was a moment of silence, as if she was looking for a reasonable answer, or an answer that, made any kind of sense.

"I was meant to be here for you." again, that was somewhat the truth. The whole truth was more "business-like."

Alexei’s boss, Demetri a handsome forty year old man with shoulder length brown hair was the mastermind behind today’s events.  He was the descendent of various mafia lords, a supervisor of the entire eastern United States territory. And he knew Alexi was sick. A terminally ill guard was no use to anyone- even if he was a long time friend.

 So he set up an "Assassination" but with a hint of mercy. He hired a prostitute to stay with him; a beautiful young girl to offer him comfort in death. He knew Alexi had no family, so perhaps he would appreciate having this girl's face be the last he sees. But he didn’t count on Alexi surviving- and he didn’t count on Anna’s strength or faith.  This would not be a cut and dry process.

Ideally, she was supposed to give him a drink of water laced with poison, allow him to drift off to death- then flee the scene. But she couldn’t do it.  She knew him, she loved him. Even with the promise of "he's very sick; you would be doing him a favor" -- it was not in her nature and it never would be. But who was she?

Anna laid down in Alexi's bed caressing her body to his, "I was the only one who could love you for what you are." she said with compassion and faith. He was shivering badly, as if his body could no longer keep him warm. His eyes flickered as he tried to see; trying desperately to maintain connection to his life.

If his soul was almost gone, perhaps letting go would be for the best. His body was so broken; he existed in a constant state of pain. His body wanted to let go, but some high power was willing his mind to stay. Anna held his large body close to her hoping perhaps he could feel her warmth. She squeezed his hand again, hoping for a response, all the while, trying to not focus on his horrifically mangled legs.

She traced her fingers over his hands, down his wrist, pausing on the nerves and tendons; every pulse, every sign of life soothed her. If he was to survive, the doctors would have to amputate at least part of his leg. But what if he wasn’t strong enough to survive surgery? Was she being selfish, hoping he would pull through, if only for her; even if it meant a life of physical pain and disability. In that moment, Alexi squeezed her hand back; he wasn’t ready to die. That one small gift made her smile though her tears.

"Do you remember me?" Part of her regretted saying that, as soon as the words exited her lips. Was she worthy of being remembered? But she needed to know- they met under unsavory circumstances, but ever since- she knew this man was the love of her life. She took his hand and held it to her chest, close enough for him to feel her heartbeat. His rough hands felt nice against her soft skin. Did he remember her the way she remembered him?

"Well, if you ever wake up, I'm here..." she said out loud, to no one. The words were for her comfort. This was where she needed to be. As she moved, her hair brushed against his skin; her beautiful light blonde hair that almost matched his. Thinking about their past, she had tears in her eyes. Under the guise of being his daughter, the doctors told her Alexi would, likely, never regain his sight; his cancer was terminal; even if he survived his broken bones, his organs would fail and he would die within the year. She took it all in, with pose and courage, only letting her true feelings show when no one was around.

His employers wanted him gone sooner than that, even if that meant paying a beautiful girl to hold his hand as he died. Usually she would have no part in that, except for one reason. She was pregnant with his child, and there was part of here that genuinely loved him. She needed to see him; she needed to offer him absolution for what good existed in his soul- she has an emotional investment in his soul.

"Yes......." Alexi said in a shallow, pained breath.

"What?" she was not expecting an answer so quickly; she touched her hand to his chest, pausing to feel the beat of his heart.

"I remember you....Annika, “he took a long breath before opening his eyes, looking straight at her and continuing, “Anna”.


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