The Brother (Whip 5) ✔️

Chapter 22

STEFAN

I jumped, my eyes snapping open as my phone rang. I shook my head, trying to wake up fully as I looked around the room, not sure where I had left my phone.

I felt groggy as I stood up and walked over to the dining table, tripping on my way there and almost face-planting as I did so.

Damn, how long have I been asleep?

I thought as I grabbed my phone. My brows rose as I noticed the hour, immediately followed by anxiety as Sasha still wasn't here.

My phone rang again and I saw an unknown number was calling, which tripled my anxiety as I quickly answered.

"Hello?"

"Stefan? Oh thank God I finally got you!" I heard Sasha's voice from the other side of the line, which calmed my nerves a bit but left me feeling confused.

"Where are you? And whose number is this?"

"Well... You see, there was this guy in the club and he was a bit pushy and he kind of started to come on to me and grabbed me..."

"He did what!?" I growled as soon as the words left his mouth.

"Yeah... he... he grabbed me and so I punched him and then it kind of escalated into a brawl and..."

"Aleksandar Vasiliev, where the fuck are you?"

"In the police station. I got arrested."

*

I pressed on the gas, speeding through the streets of Brooklyn as I tried to calm myself.

"Hi, it's David, I'm not able to come to the phone right now, so leave the message after a beep and I'll catch you later."

Straight to voicemail, again! Where the fuck was he!? I growled as I tossed the phone at the seat next to me. I have been trying to reach Davd since the moment I finished the call with Sasha and I could not get a hold of him.

The man practically lived with his phone attached to his hand and now, when I needed him more than ever, he was unavailable.

I felt like pulling my hair out as the thought of Sasha alone in a police cell with who knows what sort of criminals kept plaguing my mind.

I shouldn't have left him to go alone, I thought, beating myself up for not offering to go with him.

After the longest fifteen minutes of my life, I finally pulled up in front of the station, getting out of the car as soon as I parked it and making my way quickly inside while I tried to reach David again.

I went to the first officer I saw and he pointed me to a little glass house where another policeman sat.

"Good evening. I am here about a guy you picked up this evening."

"Name?" he asked in a monotone voice, his face blank as he looked at me.

"Aleksandar Sasha Vasiliev."

He typed something into the computer in front of him before saying, "He'll be out in a few. The bond has been paid."

"By whom?" I asked, feeling confused since I was pretty sure that he didn't have the money for it.

The policeman just shrugged.

"Okay... thanks, I guess," I said as I stepped back. I turned around, intent on taking a seat in the small waiting area to the side when my eyes fell on the person I had been trying to reach for the last half an hour.