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She is just like me.
I don’t want the sappy shit that a child defines as love, and neither does she. Everyone who thinks love is created by two souls adoring one another unconditionally can go fuck themselves. All love is conditional. It ismychoice to give myself to another person. This fifty-fifty crap is worth nothing more than roadkill. It should always be one hundred-one hundred. I want to see an effort. I want to see the passion behind her anger. Her anger should be blinding to the point where I only seeher. At the end of the day, I want her to fall asleep in my arms because she fuckingwantsto—because she chose me too.
She let me shoot Giovanni, but she must’ve seen his gun. She chose to shield me ... not him.
“Mikhail!” Max’s voice calls through the courtyard. “You shot him, so you drive.”
Sloane looks at me, the shine in her eyes bright. “Prosti menya,” she tells me.I’m sorry.
My arm wraps around her and I rest my chin on her forehead, soaking up the feeling of having her in my arms. “You are in severe debt,Kroshka.”
Letting go of her, I follow behind Max. Sloane struggles to keep up with our long strides. Once we make it outside, Max throws me his keys and gets in the back seat with Giovanni.
“All of this shit was pointless, Mikhail,” Giovanni grits from the back seat.
“Oh, you’d better be joking,” I say with laugh. “I’m real close to shoving a gag in your throat so you shut the fuck up.”
He groans but stays silent.Fucking finally.I take my time with the drive. I turn down wrong exits just so Giovanni will suffer longer. Max gives me directions as if I don’t know who they go to for medical help.
Eventually, we make it to the run-down building, and I shift the car into park. Max opens the car door and helps Giovanni out.
“I can walk by myself,” he tells him.
“It didn’t seem like that a minute ago,” Max says with his smart mouth.
Max stops walking once we reach the steps. He bangs on the door over and over again until a man swings it open.
“Are you kidding me?”
“I wish I were,” Giovanni admits.
The man looks behind us to see if anyone followed and then lets the four of us walk inside. His home looks normal until we go into the basement. Here it looks exactly like an operating room in a hospital.
“What’s the doc’s name?” I ask.
“Jacob, and this is Mikhail,” Max says.
“Nice to meet you,” I offer him my hand, and he takes it.
“You as well,” he says with a smile. “Lay him down,” the doc orders. “Giovanni, I don’t have anesthesia, so you’ll have to go without it.”
He lies down on the table and swears under his breath.
“You know,” I start, “for the Boss, you’re one weak motherfucker.”
“Mikhail,” Max warns, and I smile.
“You have an exit wound, so whatever it was laced with shouldn’t be an issue.”
“Fantastic. Now stitch me up,” Giovanni orders.
“I said there was an exit wound, not that there aren’t any fragments in your organs. I’ll have to take a look.”
“Get on with it,” he tells him.
He brings a white cloth to his face. “You’ll need this.” He lifts the scalpel to his shoulder and digs through it. He clenches his teeth around the cloth with pressure to stop himself from yelling out in pain.
“I’m going to fucking kill him. I don’t know why yet, but it doesn’t feel like he’s helping me. He’s making my pain worse,” Giovanni grunts.
