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“Shit.” She sets her elbows onto her knees, clasps her hands in front of her, and stares off into the distance before looking back at me. “Was he a bad guy? The guy he killed?”
“What?” I gape at her. “What difference does it make?”
“Well, it would make sense if he was killing a bad guy. The dude would probably have it coming, right?”
“He fucking killed someone, Roxie! Tortured him and blew his brains out, right in front of me!”
I feel sick all over again.
“Did he know you were watching?”
“No.” There’s no way he had any idea I’d be there. He’d left me in bed, after bowling me over with the most intense sex of my life.
“Well, that’s different, then,” says Roxie.
“What? How is it different?”
“Because if he did it knowing you were watching, that would be fucked up. But if it was just business, then-”
“Just business??” I squawk.
“Yeah, Tee.” She turns to me. “You know you’re not shacked up with Mother Theresa, right?”
“Of course, I know that.”
“So… this shit goes with the territory, babe. I’m just relieved he didn’t hit you or anything. That would be a problem.”
“And this isn’t a problem? Taking someone’s life with sheer brutality?”
“Tiana, this is Kirill Vyronov. He’s the freaking Bratva. And Bratva involves killing. The way I see it, they all go into this deal knowing the stakes.”
I can’t find words, so I don’t bother trying. I slump back onto the bed and curl my knees up to my chest. Roxie strokes my hair.
“It’s okay, babe.”
I shake my head. “No. It’s not okay, Rox,” I mumble. I put a hand over my belly and imagine my baby forming beneath my palm. “I have to get out of here.”
“Get out? Are you crazy?” Roxie’s voice pitches high.
“I’m serious, Rox. I might be able to put up with him, but raising my child here? There’s no way I can do that with a man like him. Think about it!”
“It’s his child, too.”
“He doesn’t need to know that. He doesn’t need to know anything at all.” I push myself up and put my hand on her arm. I suddenly know what I have to do. I can’t stay locked in here anymore. For the first time in weeks, I’m taking matters into my own hands and he isn’t going to stop me. “I need to get away Rox. And I need your help.”
“My help?! How the fuck am I supposed to help you in getting away from the most powerful Bratva boss in the country?” She stares at me.
“It’s okay, Rox. I know what I need to do. I know how to do it. In an hour or so, things will quiet down. His guys are going to be busy getting rid of…” I gulp. “The body. There will be fewer on duty. I’ll go to the East Wing. There are no bars on the windows there. If I can get out and sneak through the gardens, I can make a run for it.”
“You’re out of your freaking mind.” Roxie folds her arms over her chest. “You’re going to get yourself killed. Worse: you’re going to get me killed.”
I pause for a moment. “That’s why I need you to come with me,” I urge her, reaching for her hand.
“Go with you? What for? I’m not the one in shit here. This is all on you.”
“On me?” I sound incredulous, because I am. “Do you think I asked for any of this, Rox?”
“No. But things could’ve turned out a lot worse, you know. The guy’s hot, he’s loaded and he’d look after you if you let him.”
