No one had ever helped Alex before.
Her food, her bed, the roof over her head. They all had a price. She was used to paying a high fee for survival.
No strings attached?
Honestly? That scared her more than Ronnie ever had.
Ronnie was easy to understand. The Russians, cruel as they were, were easy to understand. Give them what they want, and they'll give you what you need. Be it shelter, food or a packet of drugs slipped into your pocket while hooded eyes mocked you behind those stupid sunglasses.
But this woman, Nikita. She had saved her. Given her a home, in a strange way. Food, clothing and freedom. Real freedom.
No strings attached.
How was Alex supposed to cope with that? Did she just take it? Walk away when she was "healed"? Could she even really heal? Sometimes she wondered. Sometimes the pain was too much. She'd tried the easy way out.
But Nikita stopped her. Saved her a second time. And still, no strings attached. No demands, no debt.
But she offered her something. A purpose. A group called Division. Nikita was going to destroy it, burn it to the ground. But, she couldn't do it alone. She needed help.
Alex could do that.
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I realize it's pretty short but I'm considering making this a multi-chapter story, mostly focusing on the relationship between Nikita and Alex. Thoughts?