Irish Luck

Chapter Eighteen

Hugh

In the little time that I've had to get to know Anastasia, there is one thing I can say for sure and that is when she doesn't want to talk about something she becomes like a fucking brick wall. The whole way back she's ignored every single question I've asked her only snapping Russian at me which I gather is her cussing at me.

The more she refuses to answer my questions the more frustrating she becomes and the urge to ring her fucking neck becomes almost impossible to ignore. Somehow I manage it though, but it's no small feet that's for sure.

As soon as I pull up in the garage she doesn't even give me chance to shut the car off before she's opening the car door. The moment the car is fully stopped she's out and storming off towards the lift like she's on a mission to get away from me as quickly as she can.

"Anastasia don't just walk away from me" I call as I get out of the car and follow behind her at my own pace because she hasn't got a hope in hell of getting up into the apartment without the code.

I don't highlight that though because I gather it'll be more entertaining to watch as she comes to that realisation herself.

"Guess what Hugh this is me walking away from you so deal with it!" She calls back flipping me the finger but I don't miss the huff she makes when she reaches the lift and clearly realises that she's stuck down here without my help.

Spinning around she pins me with a glare that I'm sure most would find horrifying but I just stand a few feet away smiling knowing full well it's bound to grate on her.

"What's the code?" she grits out crossing her arms and it makes me realise how much of a fucking brat she can be sometimes.

"No not until you tell me what I want to know" I say mirroring her action, smiling even more when her nostrils flare like an enraged bull.

An annoyingly cute one at that but that's beside the point.

"There's nothing to tell" she then shouts and actually stamps her foot confirming that she is 100% being a fucking brat right now.

When I make no attempts to move and do what she wants her whole stance changes. Her arms drop and her shoulders slump as she looks up to the ceiling. When she finally looks at me her eyes are filled with tears and it's not what I'm expecting at all.

"Please Hugh I'm begging you just drop it" she says her voice barely a whisper and as she blinks stray tears start to trickle down her cheeks.

"I'm sorry Anastasia but I can't do that" I say softly as I take a step towards her. "If someone hurts you then they need to be held accountable" I then say.

"That's where you're mistaken" she scoffs halfheartedly even though it's clear there's no real amusement there. "No one gets held accountable for what happens to me, no one cares, they never have and they never will" she then adds and fuck me that's a lot tougher to hear than I thought it would be.

Making it impossible not to feel sorry for her and further add to the many questions I have about what it is she's actually been through because right now I'm sure we've barely even touched the surface.

She's silent for a moment and then it seems like something cracks in that impenetrable wall she's been keeping up.

"He helped me when I really needed it and-" she says her voice uneven and she takes a deep breath before continuing but I already know what she's going to say before the words come spilling out

"And the expectation was there so I did what was expected of me" She then says with a shrug as if she's completely detached from it all but her eyes and voice say otherwise, but it's the next part that really drives home the extent of how fucked this all is. "He didn't force me to do anything so there's no point making a big deal of it" she then says as if that makes it all okay.