He chuckles, then asks, "How long will Mariya be out
for?"
I walk back into the room and check with the nurse, then tell Viktor, "Anything from four to eight hours."
"That's enough time to get you showered and fed. Let's
go." I hesitate for a moment, and it has Viktor throwing his
arm around my shoulders. "Come on. You're going to need your strength." I spend the drive home checking all my messages, and the moment I walk into the apartment, it doesn't feel like home.
That's because your home is lying in a hospital bed.
"Shower while I fix you something to eat," Viktor says.
I head upstairs, and walking into the closet, I stop and stare at Mariya's clothes. I take hold of a silk blouse and press it to my face, so I can inhale her scent.
It has a calming effect on me.
I strip out of my suit, and walking into the bathroom, I open the faucets in the shower. When I step beneath the spray, I brace my hands on the tiled wall and bow my head so the water can hit the back of my neck, where the muscles are tightly coiled.
I close my eyes and let the memories of the three days I had with Mariya fill my thoughts.
Fuck, I'd give anything to have a fight with her right now because it would mean she didn't get kidnapped and tortured.
It would mean she's healthy and not in a fuck-ton of pain.
Christ, I wish I could turn back time.
My thoughts turn to the two gangs. The stupid fuckers have no idea what kind of hell they've unleashed on themselves.
Letting out a sigh, I wash my body. My actions are automatic as I go through my routine, my mind constantly jumping between Mariya and the gangs.