The Romanov Series Book #1: My Rogue Girlfriend

Chapter Thirty Eight: What I Saw

Ferrer's POV
It's raining.

It's comfortable in the cafe holding a hot mug of chocolate with a book in my other hand. This is my new morning routine. I bike my way three blocks from the town house, I settle in with a book and some breakfast.

New routines became necessary after I parted ways with Katya. From the moment Leonid wandered into my office asking me to be a mob doctor to this point, my life has been a mess. Time did not stop when I was prison. I lost my job as Chief of Surgery, a position I worked hard to get. Unlike my friends, that was not handed down to me. I had to prove myself and I did so against so many odds. I lost patients to other doctors. I lost so much. If it was to save an innocent woman and my son it would have made sense. But it's to save a woman who one damn well what was going on and she didn't bother to give me a heads up. It's painful but I still have the Oncology Center and the Pharmaceutical company. I also have a job as a doctor at the hospital but that is it.

I flipped th next page of the book. It's a biography on a famous doctor. His story isn't like mine. He was born with a silver spoon in his mouth and he went to all the good schools.

I sighed when my concentration dwindled.

I woke up this morning with a plan.

I want to ask Terrence if he would like to live in Amsterdam with me. I need a new start and I want him to have a normal life. This thing he agreed to should end. He's a child. Even if he was a grown man I still wouldn't approve of that decision. It angers me that Katya chose to leave him in Nick's care. Nick is devious. He only plays by the rules he makes. No one else's.

But nothing good will result from finger pointing. It's done. What can be reversed will be. What cannot will just have to stay that way.

I find myself dialling Katya's number every day. I dial it but I don't call her. I don't know what to say to the woman I left crying. I don't know if she wants to hear from me. All the text messages I have composed are drafts. I just don't have the heart to let her back into my life given she brings a lot of hell with her.

"Bill." The pretty waitress who is always serving me when I come in smiled. "Is the book interesting?"

She tries to make conversation. I try to be friendly even behind this high wall I have built up to keep everyone out exception for Katya. "No it's not." I closed it. I gave her my card to cover my bill.

She returned the card with a receipt. Her number is at the back. She smiled at me as she walked away. She wants me to call her. A few months ago, I would have been all over the idea of a one night stand with her. Things have changed. I don't want any other woman. If it's not Katya then I'll be alone.

At quarter past ten, I was ready to leave.

I disposed of the receipt in the bin outside.

"Why Amsterdam?" A woman's voice got me to stop.

"I'm not sure. It's the first place that came to mind when I was at the airport." I answered the beauty with cold silver eyes.

She got closer and looped our arms. "That waitress is checking you out. Let her think you're take." She pressed s kiss on my cheek. "People have been worried sick about you."

"Why?"

She frowned at me. "What do you mean why? Because they care about you."

I stopped beside my bicycle. Everyone around here either walks or uses a bicycle. Not that many people drive. Naila got hers out of the wrought iron parking. "Is Cole around?"

"Yes. We are on vacation. I spotted you from miles away. I was thinking 'who is that hot mess of a man? So tall and good looking!' Then I realized it's you. You're still a hot mess but don't tell Cole I said so. Which direction are you heading?"