teeth
infuriated at my reaction.
Nadia’s flashlight moved further down the piping “This
has to be one of the worst plumbing installations that I’ve come across. It
looks like Mr. Bean went shopping at a flea market and then decided to pick up
a Do-It-Yourself manual. Someone definitely got screwed.” She muttered. I noted
that she seemed to speaking to herself, still not bothering to acknowledge
Landon or me.
Landon snorted at her comment. “That’s what Seth said.”
Her gaze flickered down to me and the wrath in them hit
me in the gut the same as the arousal had earlier. Why the hell was she so
angry with me? Did it have something to do with me walking in on her and that
asshole? She should be embarrassed, not angry.
Thinking about that night made me livid all over again.
Nadia hopped down off the ladder and walked away, up
the stairs, and out the basement door without a word to either of us.
“Is it me, or is she angry with us?” Landon asked with
a chuckle.
I didn’t bother to answer his utterly obvious question.
“I wonder what happened to her hand.” I mused instead.
Even though I was resentful of her it bothered me she’d been hurt.
“You didn’t hear the rumors?”
My head swiveled in his direction. “What rumors?”
“You know that poker game we got invited to at that
Dale douche bags house?” He asked. Neither of us had known the guy. He’d been
an acquaintance of one of our teammates.
I nodded tightly remembering that night clearly.
“Well, some people reported that they saw him that
night with a bloody broken nose. Everyone was speculating on how he might have
received it and one possible story was that Nadezhda gave it to him. She was
witnessed leaving the house holding her hand like she’d hurt it. I haven’t seen
her since that night but some other guys said she was wearing a splint several
days later. Broken nose…” Landon balanced his hands. “Broken hand…it
correlates.”
I stared at Landon in shock and mounting fury. “Why am
I just hearing this now? How come you didn’t say anything before?”
Landon gave me an ironic look. “You always walk away or
scowl whenever she comes up in conversation. I didn’t think you’d care.”
I ran up the stairs and out the front door to see Nadia
standing at the side of her work truck rummaging through a tool chest. “What
happened to your hand?” I growled stalking up to her.
She twirled in surprise, but it quickly morphed into
her previous anger. “What’s it to you?” She growled back returning her
attention to the tool chest.
“Did you hurt your hand hitting that asshole Dale?” I
demanded taking a step closer to her.
Her eyes flared slightly at my movement and I stopped.
I didn’t want her afraid of me, and I knew my size could be intimidating. However,
the next second Nadia proved me wrong on the idea that she’d been fearful of me
as she instead moved closer with rage in her eyes and poked me in the chest.
“Yes I hit him. Did you zink I was going to let him
rape me and not try to stop him? I zought when you came in zat you were going
to help me but instead you just walked away. Didn’t want to interrupt your mu’dak friend’s fun for the night, did you? I’m surprised you didn’t stay and join in.”
She poked me hard in the chest after each one of her heavily
accented sentences as she yelled at me, but I scarcely felt it. Bile was rising
and I felt like I was going to be sick. I had walked in on a rape and hadn’t
stopped it? I’d left her in that room with that guy and he’d…
I shook my head in shaken denial as my mind flashed
back to that bedroom. “No…you looked fine when I saw you on the bed; you weren’t
screaming or fighting him, you looked happy to be there.” I was sure I’d seen
infuriated at my reaction.
Nadia’s flashlight moved further down the piping “This
has to be one of the worst plumbing installations that I’ve come across. It
looks like Mr. Bean went shopping at a flea market and then decided to pick up
a Do-It-Yourself manual. Someone definitely got screwed.” She muttered. I noted
that she seemed to speaking to herself, still not bothering to acknowledge
Landon or me.
Landon snorted at her comment. “That’s what Seth said.”
Her gaze flickered down to me and the wrath in them hit
me in the gut the same as the arousal had earlier. Why the hell was she so
angry with me? Did it have something to do with me walking in on her and that
asshole? She should be embarrassed, not angry.
Thinking about that night made me livid all over again.
Nadia hopped down off the ladder and walked away, up
the stairs, and out the basement door without a word to either of us.
“Is it me, or is she angry with us?” Landon asked with
a chuckle.
I didn’t bother to answer his utterly obvious question.
“I wonder what happened to her hand.” I mused instead.
Even though I was resentful of her it bothered me she’d been hurt.
“You didn’t hear the rumors?”
My head swiveled in his direction. “What rumors?”
“You know that poker game we got invited to at that
Dale douche bags house?” He asked. Neither of us had known the guy. He’d been
an acquaintance of one of our teammates.
I nodded tightly remembering that night clearly.
“Well, some people reported that they saw him that
night with a bloody broken nose. Everyone was speculating on how he might have
received it and one possible story was that Nadezhda gave it to him. She was
witnessed leaving the house holding her hand like she’d hurt it. I haven’t seen
her since that night but some other guys said she was wearing a splint several
days later. Broken nose…” Landon balanced his hands. “Broken hand…it
correlates.”
I stared at Landon in shock and mounting fury. “Why am
I just hearing this now? How come you didn’t say anything before?”
Landon gave me an ironic look. “You always walk away or
scowl whenever she comes up in conversation. I didn’t think you’d care.”
I ran up the stairs and out the front door to see Nadia
standing at the side of her work truck rummaging through a tool chest. “What
happened to your hand?” I growled stalking up to her.
She twirled in surprise, but it quickly morphed into
her previous anger. “What’s it to you?” She growled back returning her
attention to the tool chest.
“Did you hurt your hand hitting that asshole Dale?” I
demanded taking a step closer to her.
Her eyes flared slightly at my movement and I stopped.
I didn’t want her afraid of me, and I knew my size could be intimidating. However,
the next second Nadia proved me wrong on the idea that she’d been fearful of me
as she instead moved closer with rage in her eyes and poked me in the chest.
“Yes I hit him. Did you zink I was going to let him
rape me and not try to stop him? I zought when you came in zat you were going
to help me but instead you just walked away. Didn’t want to interrupt your mu’dak friend’s fun for the night, did you? I’m surprised you didn’t stay and join in.”
She poked me hard in the chest after each one of her heavily
accented sentences as she yelled at me, but I scarcely felt it. Bile was rising
and I felt like I was going to be sick. I had walked in on a rape and hadn’t
stopped it? I’d left her in that room with that guy and he’d…
I shook my head in shaken denial as my mind flashed
back to that bedroom. “No…you looked fine when I saw you on the bed; you weren’t
screaming or fighting him, you looked happy to be there.” I was sure I’d seen
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