NYA SEMYONOV is a smart, 'innocent girl' who lost her mother in a 'fatal accident'. She is moving to the USA to attend the University of Washington, leaving her father and brother in Russia, and starting the next chapter in her life. All she wants...
Sorry this chap is kinda late, but I have just been really busy with exams and I haven't really had the motivation to write but, I hope you like this chap Cya 😚 ———————————————————
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We have been driving for around 10 minutes now, Nya on my lap, while Flynn drives. I can tell he is a little bit jealous, wanting to be in my place. Bad fucking luck to him though, she's mine for the moment, he can wait until we get home.
I'm still trying to figure out how the actual fuck the Russians found out about our sweet girl so fast, we have only known her for like 20 hours, there is no way in hell that their motive to kidnap her was because of us.
There must be something we're missing here.
I brush of the problem for now, knowing Flynn and I will talk about it later.
Looking back up from Nya, I see the estate come into view. Flynn pulls into the garage, right under the house. We mainly use this garage to stall all our mission vehicles and weaponry that we need for emergencies, but of course, Flynn just must store his precious car in here as well, he believes that one day the house will get blown up or something, I try and assure him that won't happen but, nevertheless he is set on the thought.
Carefully exiting the car with Nya in my arms, still passed out, I quickly check her pulse just to make sure she's not dying. It's a little weak but, she should be okay. Walking over to the elevator, I hear Flynn right behind me, looking over my shoulder to stare at Nya. Creeper much.
We both enter the elevator and since I am still holding Nya, Flynn presses the main floor button, making the doors close and we start ascending. I can tell Flynn is starting to get a bit frustrated, so I decide to see what his problem is,
"What the fuck is your deal, bro,"
"Lemme hold her," He steps forward, trying to peel Nya out of my arms, as if I would ever let her go,
"No, fuck off," I try and step back, but am met with a wall, shit,
"Give. Her. To. Me. Now." He finalises, a raging fire in his eyes,
"Okay, okay, here," I quickly and carefully pass her over, not in the mood to fight right now, plus, Flynn is scary when he is angry. I might be the oldest, but Jesus Christ that man can get intimidating sometimes.
I observe as he pulls her into his chest and inhales her smell, basically inhaling her hair. Fucking creep. I can't judge though because I'm pretty sure I do the exact same thing every time I have held her too.
I hear the elevator beep and the doors slide open. Flynn is the first to walk out, leaving me to follow closely behind. Walking down a couple of hallways, we finally get to the infirmary, where Sheila should be, waiting for us to enter.
I open the door, planning to walk in first, but to my dismay, Flynn rudely walks in front of me like I'm a fucking door man or some shit. I scoff at the disrespect, he better watch his damn back.
Walking into the little hospital room, I slam the door and watch as both, Flynn and Sheila, turn their head to stare at me,
"What the fuck are you looking at?" I spit out, my voice laced with venom,
They both turn their heads like obedient little puppies and stare at each other like they just got caught stealing cookies from the cookie jar or some shit.
Leaning up against the wall, I motion for Flynn to lay Nya down, he must see it in the corner of his eye because he walks in the direction of the bed, but instead of just laying Nya down, he gets up onto the bed as well and lays Nya down on his lap, in between his legs.
Lucky little shit.
Some sort of agitated sound comes out of my throat, and I watch as Flynn looks up at me with a smirk on his face. God, I really feel like punching him right now.
"Alright, let's get this started shall we," Sheila speaks up, breaking us both out of whatever staring contest thing was just going on. Flynn coughs awkwardly, switching his gaze back over to Sheila, slightly nodding.
With a smile on her face, she explains what she is going to do and approximately how long it should take.
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30 minutes later and Sheila has finally got some results for us. Flynn is in a bad mood since Sheila made him get out from under Nya, so she can properly check her out. Sucker.
"Okay, so overall she seems to be fine, no overdose, but just to make sure she stays hydrated, I have injected an IV that will keep interjecting her with fluids, but she should awaken soon. Anyway, I will leave you three alone, but if anything happens, call me and I will be here right away, other than that, you guys should know the drill by now." She finishes of with a silent nod and walks out of the room.
I turn my head, intending to softly admire our sweet girl, but that soft glance turns into a hard glare as I watch as Flynn strokes Nya's hair softly, repeatedly kissing her forehead, her laying on his lap. Again.
"Alright, my turn, get up," I sternly command, Flynn slowly tilts his head up, eyes filled with sadness. The fuck?
"No." he quietly whines, tightening his hold around her,
"Flynn, I thought we discussed this before, we are going to share her fairly, remember our conversation?" I softly state, but it only makes him whine more, I watch as he picks up Nya and turns her around, so he can cradle her to his chest.
I sigh, understanding that he doesn't want to be separated from her right now, after everything that's happened. He thinks she's going to try and run from us. This is what I was worried about, Flynn gets attached to easily, and when the time comes and that person or thing gets taken away from him, he is absolutely crushed.
I walk over to the hospital bed, motioning for him to move down, sitting behind him, I wrap my arms around them, cradling both into my chest. I start to hear soft sniffles and I realise that he's crying. God, I hate it when he cries. Flynn and I have been together for as long as I can remember causing us to have an extreme bond, so whenever he's sad or in distress it makes me quite upset.
His cries start to become louder, and I can feel small tear drops falling onto my shirt. Softy, I whisper sweet nothings into his ear, trying to calm him down. After a while, I can hear his breathing become soft, long deep breaths, telling me he has fallen asleep.
All is under control.
But you know what people say, after one problem comes another.
Suddenly, I feel shifting in between my legs, thinking it's just Flynn trying to get comfortable in his sleep, I close my eyes, breathing in a deep, long breath, but it is short lived as I hear a small, little gasp and I snap my eyes back open, seeing our sweet girl frozen, eyes wide. Though, after a second, she reacts, screaming, loud enough the whole of Washington could hear.
Bloody Hell. ——————————————————— Hola, como estás? Idk if thats right but, thats the only thing I learnt from spanish class... ANYWAY, how did u like Dadd- Nico's POV 🫢😳😏 HAVE YALL WATCHED TSITP YET?? #teamjelly JKJK YOU THOUGHT #teamconnieforlife Honestly, if you are not team Connie, what the hell are you doing with your life?? Like i love Jeremiah, but i gotta say Connie is just 😏😏🫢 ANYWAYS, I hope you had a good read an ill see ya next time Bye babes <3
