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“I’ve always wondered because he and my father—I mean, Pearce would be so mean to me. Then sometimes they would say things like ‘He’ll pay for her.’”
“Brett contacted your father a week ago and said he left you to die unless he paid.”
I can’t help the tears that fall. The man who I thought was my brother didn’t care if I died.
“I have this.” I hold up the necklace I’ve kept from Brett for so long.
A knock sounds on the door, and Andrei makes sure I’m covered before he lifts his head and tells them to enter. I wave my fingers at Dmitri when he steps into the room. He smiles then returns to his stoic look as he turns to Andrei.
“He’s here. He wouldn’t wait. He’s down on the office floor.”
A harsh word comes from Andrei. I know it’s a curse word in Russian. He looks down at me and his eyes soften.
“Give us a moment,” he says to Dmitri without breaking eye contact with me.
The door softly closes as Dmitri leaves the room.
“It would appear there is someone here to see you. I don’t want to rush you, but your biological father has decided to come here. I notified him when we rescued you. If you’re not ready, we can ask him to return another time.” Andrei’s voice is tight, and I know he’s doing this to protect me. But it’s time. I’m tired and hungry, but I do want to meet him. I really want to ask why he’s taken so long to come to me.
Andrei looks around the room for a moment before he enters the closet and comes back out. I watch as he closes off the tube for the IV attached to my arm. He twists and removes it so I’m no longer connected to it.
“How do you know how to do that?” I point at the tube. He helps me get dressed in loose, soft pajama pants and a matching top.
“I loved seeing you in my clothes, but you need to be warm, and this will do it.” He pauses briefly. “I learned after Mikhail was hurt a few years ago. He couldn’t go to a hospital, and I didn’t want him to suffer.” He doesn’t say more, and I don’t push him. I know his life is dangerous. I know me being a part of it means I’ll have to deal with that danger too. But after everything I’ve already gone through in my life, it’s nothing for me to think about. I want to be with Andrei. I want that life.
“Mikhail doesn’t just work for you, he’s your friend. Of course, you would learn how to care for him.” He nods and his lips tip up slightly on one side.
“You know us so well already.” He turns his back to head for the closet again.
“It took only one time of Mikhail bringing me food to know you are family. He was so concerned I was after you for the wrong reasons.” His body tightens, his muscles locking slowly. He turns his head to take me in again. I see his jaw locked.
“What did he say to you?”
I realize he’s mad at Mikhail. I don’t want him to think he said anything wrong to me. “He didn’t say anything. I could just tell. I told him I didn’t know who you were when we first met. He didn’t believe me at first, but then he understood.”
He moves back to me and reattaches the IV so the fluid is going into my vein. The doctor said I needed a couple of bags before he would let me off it. It causes me to have to use the restroom. I move with the rolling pole toward the bathroom and stop as I pass the closet. Andrei is mostly naked with his back to me. He’s covered in tattoos over most of his skin. His body is made up of smooth, defined muscles. He turns and sees me standing there. I watch as he drops his boxers and grabs a fresh pair and slips them on. These aren’t loose like the last ones but tight-fitting against his manhood, cupping it. He watches me as I watch him. My body is tingling everywhere. My nipples pucker against my shirt, and I feel a dampness between my legs. My breathing becomes labored. He slips on his slacks next and moves toward me, leaving them hanging open.
One hand goes to my neck, cupping the back of my head. The other goes to my chin. He gently pinches his thumb and fingers against my cheeks. It’s nothing like when Brett would grip my face. My mouth is forced open.
“Always be open for me.” His voice vibrates as he leans down and takes my open mouth in a deep kiss. His tongue dominating and pressing against mine. I grip his shirt with one hand and keep the other on the pole. When he pulls away, my head is swimming. My body is aching, and I don’t know what it needs. I press my legs together to relieve the throbbing. “I’m going to take you soon, you’ll beg me. I know what you need.” He reaches down and adjusts his cock. His hand grazes my erect nipples in the process. I moan, and when he looks at me, I see how close he is.
“I’d tell Bronwyn to fuck off, but he’d bust through here, not caring who he killed,” he growls and moves away from me to finish dressing in a suit. His words don’t make sense. I roll his statement around in my mind again.
“Bronwyn? As in Lennon’s dad?” I ask, my legs now trembling for another reason. “He hates me.” I remember the angry look on his face when I met him.
“Hurry,” Andrei orders without answering my question.
I want to stop and make him talk to me, but I already know he won’t tell me. It’s as if we’ve known each other for years instead of only months with barely any contact.
After I finish in the restroom, he takes the IV pole in one of his hands and places the other on my back to direct me. We move to the living room, where the woman I saw before is waiting.
“Sparrow, this is Yelena, my grandmother.Babushka,my Sparrow.” He introduces us.
He helps me settle onto a love seat and then moves to the bar, where he pours two drinks. He sets one on the table while he holds the other in his hand. He stands next to me but doesn’t sit. We are facing the door, and when it opens, Dmitri walks in leading Lennon’s father. He sees me and his eyes flare wide. I watch as his eyes deepen from a blue-green color, like mine, to a dark emerald green. I’ve watched my own eyes do that. He pushes past Dmitri and storms over to me. I cringe back into the sofa. Andrei steps in front of him, blocking me from his line of sight. I peek around Andrei’s body and see that Bronwyn is now staring hard, his jaw tight, his nostrils flaring, his hands flexing at his sides.
“Move,” he demands. I watch as Andrei’s body tightens too. An energy is radiating off him.
“Remember who I am, Bronwyn.” Andrei’s voice holds no quarter.
