Nanny Dearest

Chapter Eighty Five Reassurance & Safety

“You’re not bothered?” I questioned Ruslan, we moved from the office to the kitchen, I was looking through Katia cookbooks trying to find something to eat, lowkey tired of soul food it wouldn’t hurt to switch it up. 

“You do know more than one person wants me dead right? I pissed off a lot of people.” He answered casually as he grabbed one of the vodka bottles and two glass cups, setting them on the island table. 

“You sound proud.” I pointed out flipping the page. 

“I’m not, it’s the first time I'm actually being blackmailed so this is kind of fun for me.” He said as he opened the bottle filling his glass cups before going in the fridge taking out orange juice and pouring my glass handing me. 

“Fun?”

“Yes.”

“How?” I asked while taking a sip from my glass of juice, raising an eyebrow. 

“Because I’m being provoked love.” He smiled holding his glass in one hand while his other hand was in his pocket showing that he’s fully relaxed. “And that means whatever I do I have full right to.” He said and I hummed trying to understand his method. Usually I’ll nag but If I'm being honest I need to stop judging him on these types of things. 

“Well hearing that lowkey took some stress off my shoulders.” I let out a dry laugh drawing my eyes back to the cookbook flipping through a few pages. Ruslan came from around the island pulling me close to him, I felt him lean down giving me a kiss on the cheek.

“I thought you wanted to go out to eat.” He questioned me as I drank from the glass. 

“Is that really safe now?” I asked moving my attention towards him making eye contact. He didn’t reply, just stared at me. “I don’t want Makar in danger. That's all.”  I explained myself as he hummed. 

“You are both with me so it shouldn’t matter.” He said moving his hand and walking away from his spot heading out of the kitchen. I closed the cookbook and followed him, taking my orange juice and the bottle with me.

“I- Ruslan I underst-

“If you did, you wouldn’t worry about going out, do you not trust me?” He asked and I mentally screamed it’s not about trust at all. 

He’s not understanding that we can’t do normal shit especially in his line of work he’s not thinking. 

“RU-” I took a deep breath gathering my thoughts and handling my emotion, not trying to have an outburst on something that can easily be talked about. “Baby we can’t do normal things now especially if you’re being blackmailed and niggas want you dead. We don’t know if an officer will approach you, let alone you burn bridges so I just think it’s safe to go out” I gave my word as we arrived in the living room to sit on the couch. 

“So hide?” He asked getting comfortable on the couch leaning back, placing his left arm that held his drink on the arm of the couch and his other around me while he casually let his left foot rest on his right knee. 

“It’s not a bad idea.” I smile to lighten up the mood because I felt like this conversation was growing thick plus I hate when he gives me a short response in stressful situations. 

“You're right.” He said finishing his cup. He gently reached over, taking the bottle out of my hand, refilling his glass  before setting the bottle on the floor. I smile a little because it seems like he’s hearing me out. 

“It’s not bad, it's a shitty one.” He said and the smile wiped clean off my face. 

“How?” I was slightly annoyed.