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I wake,groggy, but the pain in my ribs causes me to catch my breath as I try to inhale and sit up. “You’re gonna be sore for a while. Doc taped you up and gave you some pain meds,” Nick says, walking into the bedroom.
“Where the hell are we? Where’s Jenny?” I ask.
“Brian’s penthouse in LA. We had to half-carry your sorry ass from the plane to the limo and then to the elevators,” Nick says with a wide grin.
“Fuck you!” I say, but even those two words hurt right now.
Nick scowls. “Doc left some pain meds if you need them.”
I shake my head. My mind is groggy enough without adding to it. “No, I could use some Tylenol though. Where’s Jenny? I remember part of the conversation last night but that’s all.”
“She’s with Brian and couldn’t be better. Keith and the team on the ground did an amazing job keeping her safe,” Nick says.
“And the blonde, Marenah?”
“She’s under wraps. We had to pull in a few of our new guys with everyone spread across the globe, but they got her out and took her to the safe house. We’ve had Nate sitting on her all night,” Nick says.
My eyes narrow at the very thought of anyone that physically close to Marenah, especially the ladies’ man of our team. “Tell me he didn’t touch her.”
“Jeez, hell no. He fed her, and then she took a shower. She was a little pissed when she found out her door was locked for the night. Good thing those rooms are soundproof,” Nick says.
“He locked her up like a prisoner?”
“Matt, she took out men in the bar. She fucking knows how to fight. You don’t learn that shit from a lot of places. His assignment was to keep her safe and he did that. I would have done the same thing,” Nick says.
I nod, because he’s right, but it doesn’t make me feel any better about the beautiful blonde-haired princess who was scared and slapped around having to feel like she was still captive last night while I slept peacefully through it all.
“You hungry? There’s an egg bake with sausage that I can heat up for you. I’ve got dibs on the chocolate donuts, though,” Nick says.
“Yeah, that sounds great, man,” I say, pushing my hands down into the mattress to help leverage my body into a sitting position.
“Sit tight. I’ll get you some food and Tylenol. The team drew straws and I got stuck with babysitting duty,” he says, smirking.
“Fuck you!”
“That’s not included in the service. Besides, from what I hear the pretty blonde may have that service wrapped up,” he says.
I smile, because fuck... I don’t know why I’m so attracted to her, but the vibes were off the chart. She felt it, too. I grab my cell phone and hit Jay’s number.
“Hey, welcome back to the land of the living,” he says.
“Yeah, thanks to you and the team,” I say, knowing that if they hadn’t been there at that very fucking moment, the mafia would have moved both myself and Marenah and we would have been put through more than I even want to think about.
“You would have done the same for any one of us. We’ve got the blonde and she’s safe, but she’s giving Nate a hard time. She says she needs to get back to Russia, and she’s pretty adamant. I wanted to make sure she was safe and that you were awake to weigh in, but we don’t keep people against their will,” Jay says.
“I need to sort a few things out, but can you have one of the planes take her home or find a flight for her? Oh, and have one of the shoppers send her some clothes. Tall size six and small to medium shirt size. I’ll pay for it,” I say.
“No problem. I already had the shopper send some clothes for her on your behalf. The flight is standing by. Just wanted to make sure we were good. We’ll get her on it.”
“Thanks Jay. Hard to find the words to express my appreciation for everything,” I say.
“No need. Get some rest, and make sure that Nick takes good care of you. He’s on babysitting duty for the next couple of days.”
“Fuck you!” I say and he laughs out loud before disconnecting and Nick walks back in with a plate of food.
“Gifts from Gaby,” Nick says, holding a tray with a plate piled with her egg, hashbrowns, and sausage casserole, homemade biscuits, and a bowl of fruit.
“Put that tray across my lap,” I say, eyeing the food like the starving man that I am.
