Total pages in book: 67
Estimated words: 65593 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 328(@200wpm)___ 262(@250wpm)___ 219(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 65593 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 328(@200wpm)___ 262(@250wpm)___ 219(@300wpm)
“So did the police come? What happened then?”
“No.” A fresh sob rips through me, remembering. “Nikolai’s friends showed up, and he said it was ready for cleaning.” I make air quotes with the last three words. “It really scared me.”
“Oh, babe.” She squeezes my arm and doesn’t let go. “Scared you because you saw into his world?”
I nod, tears streaming down my face. “I asked him to take me home, and I broke off our arrangement. My stuff is there, and I don’t want to call him to get it, and I don’t know how Zane’s going to pay him back, and I don’t even care.”
“Well, I can go get your stuff, so don’t worry about that. I’m thinking the Zane thing doesn’t matter. I mean… Nikolai rescued you, Chelle. He killed a bunch of guys for you. I think that means he cares.”
Hearing her say it out loud settles me. The white panic of seeing Nikolai as a killer fades, and he becomes an outline of the man I know. I nod. “Yeah. I guess… I guess I knew the whole time he would rescue me. I mean, I… expected it.”
That thought brings another wave of relief. Talking this all out is helping release the dam of trauma. My brain just shut off at the warehouse. The wires disconnected. Shorted out.
Now they’re starting to rewire.
“Yeah. I mean, I met Nikolai. I liked him. He seemed like a sweetheart and totally into you. I’m not going to be sad that he killed guys who were trying to rape you. I’m just not.” She shrugs.
Hearing her absolve him lightens the air around me. “Yeah.”
“I mean, what are you really upset about here? That some guys who probably deserved it got killed or that things are over with Nikolai?”
A shudder of recognition runs through my body, and I drag in a hiccupped breath. “I miss Nikolai,” I admit as the full realization hits me. I’m grieving. Not over what happened to me, but the choice I made afterward.
“So maybe talk to him?” Shanna suggests. “Tell him what freaked you out. I don’t know what he’s into. How bad it is. But maybe you could—I don’t know—set some hard limits, and it could work.”
My stomach churns some more. Could it work? Could I be with someone like Nikolai long-term? Get married and have kids with a guy who’s killed men?
I scrub my hands over my face. I’m getting ahead of myself, as usual. “I don’t even know if he’s that into me. I mean, we had no discussions of what would happen beyond the thirty nights. Maybe killing for someone isn’t a big deal to a guy like him.”
Shanna rolls her eyes. “Will you just call him? You can’t figure this one out all by yourself in your own head.” She hands me my phone.
I stare at it for a moment, heart pounding, then dial his number.
He doesn’t answer, and there’s no voicemail. An uneasy feeling stirs in my belly.
Maybe it’s too late.
I text, Sorry I bailed. I was scared. Can we talk? and hit send.
As soon as I do, I feel better. The weight on my chest lightens and shimmers of hope squirrel back in.
Maybe this doesn’t have to be over.
There’s still so much to work out—so much I’m afraid of—and yet the explosions of joy that thought brings can’t be wrong.
I throw my arms around Shanna, and she hugs me back in a long, tight hug.
“You feel better?” she asks.
“Much. Thank you.”
“I’ve got you, girl. Let’s have some more champagne.”
Nikolai
Dima shows up on Friday. At least I think he’s actually here. It’s hard to say. I’ve been either drinking or sleeping for the past two weeks.
I vaguely remember the guys coming and going—bringing food down and yelling at me or some such bullshit.
Dima seems pissed. He drags open the drapes in my bedroom.
Oh. I think Oleg’s with him because somehow my bed lifts, and I roll out of it.
Thomarai gand mai lund hai? I grumble when I hit the floor.
“No, you’re the one with the dick stuck up his ass. Get up.” Yep, Dima is here. The two of them haul me to my feet. “It’s Friday. You have to go run your game, or Ravil will have your ass. Let’s go.”
“Ravil can suck my dick,” I mutter.
“Careful,” Dima cautions as the two guys drag me to the shower.
I hate being in it because it reminds me of Chelle. Everything in this damn apartment reminds me of her. I should have moved back up to my bedroom upstairs when she left. I stay in a long time, but I manage to remain on my feet and get cleaned up, so I count it as a win.
When I stumble out, I find Dima and Oleg in my kitchen. They have a pile of sub sandwiches on the counter, which they are already eating.