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Giving out a small hum, I nodded my head in response as I held her tightly against me. I finally had her, and there was no way in hell I would let her go.
“Damn, you are one lucky bastard getting your little guardian angel.” Lev grumbled, slumping in his seat a little.
Damn right I am.
My sweet angel, all mine.
CHAPTER 7
Angel
“Ugh... My fucking head...” Groaning, I sat up in my bed.
Wait.
I could feel the panic set in when I realized this wasn’tmybed. It was too soft, the sheets too comforting and warm, andthatintoxicating scent.
Panicked, I scrambled out of the bed and looked around at my surroundings. “What the...”
It took a few moments for my mind to be set straight as my adrenaline died down. Then, the memories of last night flooded in like a broken dam. “Fucking hell.” And here I thought it was some weird, sick dream.
Groaning softly, I ran a hand through my flattened bed hair to fluff it out some while walking over to the dresser in the room. Then, I started opening the drawers one by one. The drawers were filled with tee shirts, socks, boxers, shorts, and sweatpants. Closing the drawers, I went over to the walk-in closet that—no surprise—was filled with expensive suits, shoes, ties, slacks, and button up shirts. Now, the emptiness of one side of the closet did surprise me. Strangely, half the drawers of the large dresser were empty as well.
Humming softly to myself, I left the closet, shutting the door behind me before going back over to the dresser and pulling out a white t-shirt from it and throwing it on. No way in hell was I going to march out of this room in my undies.
Carefully, I opened the room door and peered my head out to check the area first, but the sight of the two guards at the door stopped my head from turning. “Uhh hello...”
“Hello Mrs. Volkov.” One of them greeted me back with a curt nod of his head.
The sound of it made me wince a little, serving as a stark reminder of last night’s events. “Please, Angel is fine.” Being called Mrs. Volkov sounded too foreign, and just being called miss or missus in general made me feel old when I was only twenty-four. Also, I did not agree to change my last name from what I remembered.
“If that is what you wish, Miss Angel. I am Benjamin, and this is my partner,” he gestures to the man on the other side of the door frame, “Tim. We’re assigned as your personal guards by Mister Nikolai.”
Sighing, I pinch the bridge of my nose to hold back my tongue. I wanted to dismiss them, tell them I didn’t need them because I really didn’t. I could take care of myself just fine, but I knew it would be useless to argue with them. If Nikolai assigned them to me then they weren’t going to leave me alone unless he told them otherwise. I could argue with Nikolai about this later, after I find him.
“Could you two lead me to Nikolai, please.” We had a lot to talk about. A lot.
