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“Into the hit on the family warehouse and into who is working with Berin, Rocco and Smitt. Plus things need to be discussed, so you know what you can and can’t say about last night.”
“I kind of figured since no cops were called that I would need to forget what happened.”
“No, not forget what happened. You remember it, and remember there are bad people out there ready to hurt, to kill without a care for those innocent bystanders. You remember that. It’s a reality of life. Now eat first, or shower first?”
“I have no clothes here.”
“It’s been taken care of for you.”
“I’m not wearing one of your mistresses left over clothes.” She said to him.
He stared at her, his nostrils flared.
“Roman picked things up for you. They’re in the bathroom.”
Now she felt badly for making that remark, but then again, she needed to remember what happened last night and how she could have gotten killed. She also remembered why she was caught in that incident and it mostly stemmed from being hurt by Ivan. By him pretending feelings when it was all a game.
“Tell Roman thank you.” She eased away from him but he gripped her hip.
“I’ll help you.” He said and then guided her toward a long hallway past the kitchen.
“Your place is gorgeous.”
“You mentioned that last night.”
“I don’t remember. I was in so much pain.”
She felt his hand squeeze her hip as they stopped inside of the bathroom. It was huge.
“You scared all of us last night, Annabella.” He said to her and she glanced up at him.
“I just reacted. No one was hurt or worse, killed.”
“Yet. Call if you need any assistance.” He walked out of the bathroom and she quickly locked it behind him.
“Yet? What does that mean? Like he sent men out to kill those who caused whatever the hell they caused? Drug deals?” She exhaled and her head pounded. She needed to shower, and then eat. Show him she was fine and then go home and put all this craziness behind her.
She got the shower running and as she slowly got undressed she felt the lump on the back of her head. It was huge. She prayed Victor knew what he was talking about. He seemed very nice, but what did she know? She had been frazzled. Even now she felt light headed and a bit dizzy. Her stomach was rumbling something terrible because she hadn’t had anything to eat since yesterday afternoon. All she had all day was a quick granola bar, and from there on out water, a glass of wine, a glass of vodka and 7-UP. To think of it, maybe that all added to the headache as well.
She walked toward the mirror to look at herself there. There was some bruising along her back but it was faint. It could have been so much worse. She saw the new toothbrush and toothpaste, so she used them, imagining that they thought of everything. She made her way into the fancy shower made for several people. It was modern, white, gray marble, a glass shower. She couldn’t believe she was here, or that last night really even happened.
As she washed her hair with shampoo she never heard of, and a conditioner that smelled incredible, she wondered how many women took showers here in Mr. Sokolov’s bathroom. A guest shower though, the man was probably strict and didn’t let any women take showers in his bathroom. She wondered what his bathroom looked like. His bedroom? Why did she even care?
It was obvious he was only doing this because she stopped Berin from shooting Ivan and his men, and she had the information they needed to capture those who committed the crime. The thing was, what would they do with those people, and would she still be in danger? She didn’t want to face having knowledge of criminal activities. The more she was around Ivan and these other men, the more information she was privy to and therefore she needed to get away from all of them.
As she finished up and reached for the clothing, she felt a little uncomfortable. First, that Roman picked these things out, and second, he got her thong panties that were sheer pink and very expensive, and a matching sheer bra that was one size too small. She didn’t bother with it and grabbed the bra she wore to work the night before, sniffing it first to make sure it smelled okay, and then reached for the blouse. He went with something simple, a V-neck long sleeve shirt that was the softest material she had ever felt, and holy shit. She grabbed the tag. “$100.00?”
She reached for the pants, a simple pair of jeggings and her eyes widened. “$250.00? Is he out of his mind?” She mumbled to herself as she stepped into them. How the hell anyone could spend that kind of money on a basic long sleeve shirt and jeans, she didn’t know. She pulled on the pants and holy shit, she got her answer. They were heaven. She had to grab onto the counter as a bit of dizziness came over her from bending over. She knocked over the hair dryer Ivan had put out and then there was banging on the door. She could hear
him jiggling the knob.
“I’m fine.”
“Open the damn door.” He yelled and then carried on in Russian.
She made her way over to it, held onto the wall, and opened it. The scowl on his face made her heart race.
“Are you okay?”
