The Monster (18+)

Chapter 22: Find Her

Chapter Twenty-Two
"Find Her"

DIMITRI

   I glared at the blood that seeped onto the sleeve of my shirt.

   Moye solnyshko hated blood. Even if my shirt was black, I didn't want her to notice and ask questions. I couldn't lie to her, and she would not like my answers.

   "Get me another shirt," I ordered tersely in Russian, not asking anyone in particular.

   Two of my men pulled out their phones. Another moved to the stairs, taking two steps at a time. Boris slid next to me while I teared the black gloves off with gritted teeth.

   "You don't like blood all of a sudden, Somov?" His voice was low enough, so only I could hear him. "Should I call you a doctor?"

   "Fuck off."

   He looked to my men wrapping the body with the tarp, but he wasn't fast enough to hide his smirk.

   My blood was boiling, not satisfied with the torture I'd been inflicting to Ivanovich. This mother fucker thought it would be smart to traffic women, going around telling them it was under my orders, when it's the fucking cartel who is shoving drugs and smuggling them into the States. I will take my time killing them.

   Looking at his broken body, I find myself regretting not keeping him alive longer. My hands were twitching, eager to rip someone's head clean off their body. If I didn't calm soon, I might do so.

   Eyes blind with rage, it took a few blinks to realize that Ilya was holding a shirt in front of me. I ignored his nervous expression and seized it out of his hold. My chest heaved with rough breaths while I took off and threw my shirt to the ground. Everyone kept themselves busy, cleaning the room as I slipped into the dark blue button up.

   "I need to see her."

   I could hear how rough my voice was through my gritted teeth. No one stopped to questioned me as I stomped toward the stairs. No one also questioned who she was. They've learned not to mention her.

   Ilya and Boris followed behind me, and when I got to the top of the stairs, I threw the door open, making it slam against the wall. I was too busy staring at the closed door leading to the bar to notice. Knowing she was so close made me breathe easier. I started walking toward the entrance, but my efforts halted when my foot hit something.

   Keeping my face neutral, I dropped my eyes, but my brows creased when I saw a silver gift bag sitting by my feet.

   "Move back, boss," Ilya told me in Russian, both staring at the bag while pulling out their guns. "We'll check."

   I was already bending down and picking it up. Boris made a displeased sound, but I was busy opening the bag wider, only to grip it tighter when I saw what was laying inside.

   Thankful that my hands were clean, I reached inside and caressed the material of the gift. I recognized the colour from last week when I took moye solnyshko to the fabric store.

   The corner of my mouth rose in the faintest smile before I could stop myself. I remembered her hugging the roll to her chest, smiling so big that she made all my attention zero on her.

   "Boss—" Ilya reached out to grab the bag, but I snapped it away.

   "Touch the fucking bag and I'll fucking kill you."

   He shot his arm back. I caressed the material again, only to notice a yellow post-it note. I bit back a smile as I lifted it toward me.

   This is just a thank you present. Nothing else. So... thank you for everything you've done for me and Luba :) — Savannah