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“Annabella!” Roman yelled.
Men grabbed Berin, she saw as she blinked her eyes and moaned in pain. She thought she heard tires squeal and then doors open and closing. Her vision blurred, she could only understand Ivan’s orders as she was lifted up into his arms. She moaned and tears spilled from her eyes as her head throbbed something terrible. She tightened up trying to recover from how quickly Ivan lifted her up into his arms and into the SUV and how it made her head spin, her vision blur.
“Police. Ambulance.” She said and continued to moan.
He was yelling in Russian, she didn’t understand a word and then they were moving, in a vehicle.
“Easy Annabella. I’ve got you. You’re safe with me.” He caressed her cheek, her hair and she moaned louder, rolled into his chest.
“No. No you’ll hurt me too. Let me go. Let me.” She lifted up as a hand towel was placed against her head and she fell back against his chest, the pain so bad, she was shaking and moaning.
“Relax Annabella, you’re safe with us.” Dante said to her, pressing the cloth to her head. She felt the hand on her bare thigh, her dress must be raised up but she didn’t care, the pain in her head was terrible.
“I’ve got you Lyubimaya. I’ve got you.” Ivan said to her as she absorbed the feel of his strong arms, the scent of his cologne and the throbbing in her head getting worse and worse.
As she tried to lift up everything spun. She closed her eyes, felt Dante right there too, keeping pressure on her head. They were talking, Ivan gave orders, and Roman was talking on the phone. She just wanted the pain to subside so she could walk, leave, go home and be done with all of this.
The motion of the vehicle was making things worse as the SUV traveled quickly and swerved between streets. “Ohh.” She moaned as the urge to throw up got worse and worse the more her body moved and swayed. Every sharp turn, sway to the left and right had her stomach gurgling. When they slowed down and the SUV bumped then finally came to a stop, she felt her stomach lurch.
“Please, I’m going to be sick.” She felt Ivan lift her up and out of the SUV, then she pulled from him as he stood her up near the back of the SUV. She grabbed onto the metal, her face against the SUV. They were in some kind of parking garage but her head spun, her body swayed but he didn’t let go of her, and then she vomited.
He was cursing in Russian, and then pulling her hair back away from her face, his other arm was around her waist. Her dress lowered, revealing more of her breasts but she didn’t even care. She just wanted the pain, the nausea to subside. She gripped his hand and squeezed as the nausea continued until she was dry heaving and about ready to pass out.
“Easy. It will be okay.” He said to her.
For some stupid reason she felt embarrassed to be vomiting in front of these men. She leaned her head against the SUV, but Ivan remained holding her, and then placed a handkerchief to her mouth.
“Please don’t look.” She managed to say thinking how embarrassing this was, and scary because some guy pulled a gun on her and now she was being taken care of by made men with guns and she just wanted the pain to go away.
“I want to go home.” She said and teetered but Ivan lifted her up into his arms and carried her.
“You will do as I say Annabella, and it will work out fine.” He whispered into her ear as she passed out in his arms.
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Ivan wanted to shake the woman she was so stubborn. The second she gained consciousness she refused to lay down on a bed in the penthouse, afraid to get sick on it or get blood on it. It was taking all the patience in the world to not ask Victor to give her something to make her sleep, but he couldn’t. It wouldn’t be good for the concussing she had. The towel they held to the back of her head revealed some blood but he kept the pressure against it, and now she held ice there with her head on a pillow and a sheet over the leather couch, that she insisted they put down. His hands were on his hips as Victor, a medical professional, his personal doctor, checked over the injury. She was grateful when she learned Victor was a doctor, then silent when she learned he worked for Ivan and his family. She didn’t trust Ivan. He hurt her feelings, and was causing her this pain and he didn’t even know how she wound up involved with this. With whatever the fuck Berin was connected to.
“She needs rest, and to keep icing the lump to keep swelling down. If it doesn’t go down it could make matters worse. I’ll need to keep checking on her Ivan. She will feel worse before she feels better.” Victor said and then patted her hand. “You will relax, keep ice on it. I will check on you in a little while to make sure the dizziness passes.” He said to her and she whispered a weak thank you. The poor thing could hardly keep her eyes open.
Victor stood up and walked with Roman out of the room. Ivan took a seat on the coffee table. Dante and the others were around him as well as Commerce and Striker who got here a few minutes ago. He brushed her hair from her cheek as she lay there with the ice pack against her head. Her breast pouring from the top she wore and he kept pushing it closed and lifting the blanket higher to cover her body from view.
“Why didn’t you wait for me, for Roman to drive you home?” He asked her, his tone harsh. He couldn’t help it. She narrowed her eyes at him and exhaled.
“You are not the boss of me.”
“That’s what you think.”
“That’s what I know.” She raised her voice and then cringe and rolled her face into the pillow. He cursed.
“You are stubborn and defiant, and by disobeying a direct order you wound up in the middle of a dangerous situation and we need to find out how. So put aside the attitude and remember who I am, and the respect I am given.”
She had tears in her eyes and he felt guilty for causing them. He cleared his throat as they stared at one another, him now narrowing his eyes at her but unable to hold such anger while looking at her gorgeous face and her bold, green eyes.
“Why did you fight him when my men, when I were coming towards you both with guns drawn?” He asked her as he stroked her cheek.
She exhaled again, like she didn’t want to talk, to answer him or obey.
“He said he would kill you. All of you.” She whispered and he swallowed then glanced up at Roman, Dante and the others. They seemed just as angry as he was.
