“She’ll be fine. Don’t worry. She was very lucky. The bullet lodged in her side, missing the vital organs. She’ll need lots of rest and she shouldn’t move about for at least a week... and she’ll need to take it easy even after that. I’ll check on her in a few days.” He gathered his equipment, placed his things in his bag, and headed for the door. He glanced back at Nikola. “I’ve given her something to help her rest so she might be out for a while.”
“Thanks, Doc.” Nikola gently picked Corsica up and carried her to his bedroom, placing her on the bed. He removed the torn dress and covered her up. He’d never brought a woman here, never to his home. That was far more intimate than he wished to be with anybody. Seeing her here in his bed sent a chill down his spine. Looking at her now, injured and helpless, made him want to protect her, to care for her, to give her the world. Even though they had only recently met, he felt like she belonged here.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
I awoke to the sound of men with heavy Russian accents speaking loudly amongst each other. Without even opening my eyes, I knew where I was. The throbbing pain in my stomach a stark reminder of what had happened to me. I had been shot in the parking lot of Desire. The memory of that moment was clear as day, but everything that happened after was a blurry, muddled mess, with images of Nikola’s face fading in and out.
“Dobroe utro! Good Morning! How are you feeling?”
I hadn’t realized I wasn’t alone until I heard Nikola’s voice. I moved to sit up and the pain grabbed me, instantly letting me know I had made a huge error in judgment. “Fuck! That hurts.”
He chuckled as he stood, making his way to my side.
“I’m fine… except for this pain. It’s excruciating.”
“Da! I imagine it is. I am so sorry they hurt you. The doctor will be by soon to check on you.”
Settling back on the bed slowly, I looked around the room. Nikola sat on the bed beside me, wearing a black suit and crisp white dress shirt that did little to cover the tattoos on his torso. “Are you hungry?”
“Famished.”
He leaned over, kissing me gently on the forehead. I shivered at the feel of his lips against my skin as I realized I was in his bed. The masculine tones of the room did not escape me, from the thick black curtains over the windows to the black silk sheets and comforter covering the bed I rested in. The voices in the other room had quieted when Nikola left. I wondered what they must be thinking or doing after what had happened.
I smiled as Nikola returned with a tray of eggs, bacon, toast, and a large glass of orange juice. My stomach grumbled at the scent, reminding me of how hungry I was. He helped to prop me up in the bed, placing the tray before me. “Eat. You need to build up your strength.” He took a seat in the chair by the bed.
“How long have I been here?”
“Two days. The doctor gave you something to help you rest through the worst of it. The scar should be small.”
“Scar, huh?” Lifting the fork, I took a bite of the eggs. They melted in my mouth. “So good.”
Nikola sat there, watching me as if he couldn’t take his eyes off of me. I liked the attention, but it made me feel uncomfortable while eating. I pushed the thought away and continued eating.
“I’m sorry you were hurt because of me,” Nikola said. “I will see that the men responsible pay for their crime against you.” The fork was halfway to my mouth and I froze, stiff at his promise to make the men pay for hurting me.
“Don’t,” I said, shaking my head wildly.
“It is our way. They must learn a lesson.”
“Your way is wrong!” I yelped, dropping the fork on the plate.
“Nyet!’ Nikola yelled angrily. “They must pay. You don’t understand.” He stood and moved the tray, placing it on the floor by the bed. When he sat down beside me, my heart jolted at the feel of him so near to me. His hand caressed my cheek as he kissed
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