Page 88 of Deviant Virtue


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“His business is in Russia, but…” I swallowed at the nasty memories. “With everything that happened with our brother, and having a funeral for him, he can’t leave until Aleksei is fully recovered and Bogdan is put down. This’s your opening.”

She decided to think about it and changed the subject. “Speaking of Aleksei, have you visited him?”

I shook my head. “Not yet. After I’m done with you, I’ll drop by the hospital to see if they need anything.”

Rhea was shocked. “You still haven’t checked up on him? How much time does it take to make a phone call? Jesus, you’re heartless.”

To be fair, Dominik had tried reaching me, but I wasn’t responding to his messages and calls. I needed time for myself, and Aleksei was in great hands. If he lived or died was beyond my help, hence there was no need for me to be constantly around him.

“That’s one way to view it.”

“What are you going to do if he dies?”

I blinked. “Attend his funeral.”

Rhea choked out a bitter laugh. She tried to show empathy, but the gesture was ignored. My brothers and I didn’t have a relationship like she had with Helios. The two were glued at the hip, would kill for each other in a heartbeat. Hell, he’d entrusted her with a million-dollar business.

Aleksei had never put that much trust in anyone, let alone me. Our circumstances were far different. He’d tried a few times to improve our relationship, but I hadn’t allowed it. I didn’t believe in second chances.

People who were willing to hurt me once would do it twice.

I checked the time and noticed it was getting late. I paid for our food, despite her protests, and, with a promise to call her soon, I took my handbag and left.

The drive to the hospital seemed to take forever.

When I stepped inside, the smell of the building hit my nose. I’d never been the biggest fan of such places and decided to get in and out within fifteen minutes. There were no reason for me to stay beyond that timeframe.

“What do you mean he was discharged?” I asked the receptionist a few minutes later.

She typed on the keyboard before she gave me a smile. “I’m sorry, Miss, it looks like he left as soon as he woke up from surgery.”

I rolled my eyes. “Thank you.”

I turned on my heel and walked out of the hospital. I’d forgotten he had a whole medical wing in his mansion, and of course that was where he’d relocate. It was safer than the state hospital, that was for sure.

The trip to his home took longer than usual, and I felt fatigue wash over me mid-drive. It was rather strange, because I’d had a good few hours of sleep. I ignored the twisting sensation in my stomach and slowed down but didn’t stop. It could’ve been because I’d had way too much food and not enough alcohol.

I barely made it past the gate. It was so heavily guarded that they checked me seven times and took the gun I always had on me. The guards, many of them, escorted me to the door, where another two took over.

It was Dominik’s doing.

He wasn’t taking any chances. More than anything, he didn’t want to be stuck with the role of Pakhan. A low laugh slipped free whilst I was being led towards Aleksei’s medical wing, which was as big as a small hospital.

Dominik was on the phone with someone and hadn’t seen me walking in.

However, I noticed someone else from the corner of my eye and turned sharply towards them. My steps were slow, my brows narrowed. There was a small kitchen, and it had one of the best coffee machines. I noticed immediately the black hair, the white coat, and the build.

“What the hell are you doing here?” I asked.

Doctor Beckett flinched, and the cup of boiling-hot coffee fell from her hands, the cup shattering on the tiled floor. With a sigh, she bent down to pick up the pieces, before she wiped the spilled coffee with paper towels.

Once she was done, she leaned against the kitchen counter and sighed. “It’s not like I’m here because I want to be.”

“Then why are you here?”

She bit her bottom lip. “He said he’d pay for my children’s tuition if I agreed to help him out.”

I tilted my head to the side. “How old are your children?”

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