Breakfast was served in the larger dining room today, because there were so many people. I didn't realise the whole damned world was coming to my birthday breakfast! Sat at the head of the table was my Fabricio, gleaming at me, with an empty seat for me next to him. Dimitri was there, and Nadia sat next to him. The twins were there, Donna, Loretta went over and sat next to Donna, then all of the capos: Dino, Stefan, Eros, Rico, Zaccaria and Lazarro. Even Nasir and his wife were there, as well as Haris and his wife, and Aleksander and his wife. Haris stood up when he saw me come into the room, and practically ran over to me, almost tripping over his chair.

"My dear, it is so good to see you out of the coma!" he exclaimed. Then he grabbed me in a hug, and I felt someone else hugging me, and I knew it was Nasir. After they let go, Aleksander held out his arms for me to hug him, which I did.

"Sorry we couldn't be here earlier," said Haris.

"Don't worry about it, sorry I couldn't help in the final battle," I shrugged my shoulders.

"Shut up," called out Fabricio from the other side of the table. I smiled at him. He hated when I apologised for being in a coma. I never, ever, ever, ever used to apologise for anything, it just wasn't me, because I would never do anything I would be sorry for, partly because I had no feelings, and partly because I was so set in my convictions. The old me wouldn't apologise for this too, but now I just felt like saying sorry for everything. It was so weird.

"Thank you, the three of you, thank you so much for all of your help, and thank your men for me too," I smiled, and shook each of their hands before setting myself down next to Fabricio.

"Hey girlfriend," he whispered into my ear.

"Hey boyfriend," I said a little too loud, and a million faces turned to look at me. "Oops."

"Boyfriend?!" asked Dimitri, with a ridiculously proud smile on his face.

"Shut up," I shot a glare at him, but he wouldn't stop grinning. Ugh.

"I am so happy for you both," said Donna, and practically everyone around the table said something along those lines. I was actually getting pretty fucking angry and I stormed out of the room. I think I was getting the same moodswings my dad has. Fabricio tried to follow me, but I gave him the scariest look I have given in a while, and he stopped dead in his tracks. I got in my car and drove off.

Even though I was so annoyed at everyone, I probably wouldn't be on Christmas day, and I would be more annoyed at myself on Christmas if I wasted this time not getting anyone anything. I finished up all my shopping and finally looked at my phone, with texts and apologies, and missed calls from basically everyone. I didn't care. I genuinely didn't care anymore. I had shoved the anger back down along with everything else, including any type of love I felt for any one of them. I had all their Christmas presents, sure, but after Christmas I was gone.

"Sav?" I heard Loretta's voice behind me.

"Is Nadia here?" I asked, turning around. She shook her head. "Good." That girl was getting on my last nerve right now. I know she was my oldest friend, but she was running the Russo's house like she bloody owned it, giving me orders like she bloody owned me, and it was pissing me off.

"Do you want to go to the spa?" she asked. I looked up at her, I had no idea what to say, because to be honest, I really didn't want to fucking go to the spa, but the hope in her eyes that wanted me to say yes forced me to nod my head. She started smiling, and I knew I had made the right decision, even though I would soon regret it when I was in a sauna with a bunch of topless old men. "I booked the whole place out, don't worry," she smiled, as though she could read my mind.

"Good." I was a woman of few words today, and still very delicate about the whole Russo-Fabricio-whatever situation.

"Everyone is so sorry you know," Loretta broke the silence as we sat in mud baths that were positioned next to eachother. I raised an eyebrow, as if to say 'what do you mean?'

"They know that you find emotions hard, and were really upset about overwhelming you with everything. They really hoped that you would forgive them, and that they hadn't ruined anything between you two."

"There isn't anything between Fabricio and I anymore," I stated, stone-cold.

"What?" she looked at me, eyes wide.

"I was so angry at everyone, and to get rid of that emotion, I had to get rid of every other one, including any feelings I felt for Fabricio." I knew it wasn't true. I still fucking loved him, I was still fucking angry, but I need to leave. I hated being smothered by all of his family, the capos, I hated being around Nadia right now, she was pissing me off, and where she went, Dimitri went.

"Oh," was all she said.

We got changed back into our clothes after silently finished our mud baths, then getting massages, going in the sauna and swimming a few laps in the pool.

"Sav, I just wanted to say-" before she could finish her sentence, she was cut off, and I saw a man come up behind her and grab her in a chokehold, placing a knife to her neck too. I could see the absolute fear in her eyes, and the tears beginning to well up, and it just made my heart clench and fall out of my chest. Fuck. She was like my sister, and I didn't know what to do.

"Who are you?" I asked, standing my ground, stone-faced.

"You killed my brother," he spat at me. He was wearing a black mask, with only the eye and mouth holes cut out, so I had no idea what he looked like, but his voice had a hint of a Bosnian accent.

"Kasim?" I asked.

"Don't say his fucking name you slut. I know you care about this girl, she's like a sister to you, so a sibling for a sibling, right Anastasia?" he didn't know my name, of course. Now wasn't the time to be smug about the fact I had my back covered at every opportunity so no one ever found out my identity unless I wanted them to, because there was Loretta, tears now spilling down her face, a knife cutting into her neck slightly, and a drip of blood falling down.

"Take me, not her," I said, my voice cracking. Well, there goes my stone-cold stance. Fuck sake.

"I think this would hurt you more."

"If you kill her, I swear to God, I will find you, and I will kill you, your family, your brother's family, your friends, and everyone you have ever spent speaking to for more than twenty minutes. Believe me, I can do that, and I will do that. You can run and hide anywhere on the globe you wish," I took a step towards him, "but I will find you, and I will not hesitate." I heard him take a sharp intake of breath, and he threw Loretta to the floor, lunging at me with his knife, to which I dodge.

"Loretta! Get out of here!" I shouted, not taking my eyes off my opponent, but I could hear her get up and leave. "Just me and you now," I smiled wickedly at my opponent.

Yes, I had trained with my father when I was visiting him in Russia, and I had got good again, but I didn't know how good he was. I would be able to kill most people, but if I was back fighting against Kasim, like when I was in Bosnia, I probably would've lost that fight, and I just hoped his brother wasn't as good.

He launched at me with the knife, but I dodged, and I used my forearm to push his arm away from me, opening up his chest area so that I could lift my foot up and kick him right in the abdomen. He grabbed his stomach, but swiped at me with the knife again, and it caught my arm. It hurt like a motherfucker. I swear, if me finally experiencing emotions also means I will experience pain, I will not be happy. I hissed in pain, but I didn't lower my protective stance, and I did a roundhouse kick, right in the face. I could see the bruising beginning to form around his eye, and as he was caught off guard, I punched him in the abdomen again, but that didn't really affect him. He was angry now, his punches and kicks, as well as launches at me with his knife got more frequent and harsher, and he landed a couple of kicked and punches, and I got sliced with the knife again on my shoulder, cutting open my shirt slightly. It stung, but I fought through it.

"Savannah!" I heard my name called, and I snapped my head to look at Loretta, holding out a gun. The man I was fighting used this as an opportunity to stab me in the lower abdomen, just above my hip. I fell onto the floor and felt a hard object underneath me. It was the gun; Loretta had slid it over to me. I quickly picked it up and shot him three times: heart, stomach, head.