Ruthless Saint

XXVIII

MIKA MALIKOV

        Sympathy for the Devil boomed from the car speaker, filling the space with the deep bass. I could almost feel it in my chest, the crisp treble and each beat felt like a heartbeat, synching with the rhythm of the drive. 

        As the car moved, fingers shifted against the wheel, tapping incessantly and intensely.

        I snuck a glance at Mischa from the corner of my eye. He was humming to the lyrics of the old rock and roll music, tapping his fingers and fingering the cigarette between his fingers. 

        He met my gaze over the mirror and a wildlife of butterflies bloomed deep in my belly. 

        He didn't say anything, but I could almost hear his thoughts and the throbbing between my legs didn't help.

        We pulled into a convenience store per my request. I was on the hunt for some form of emergency contraception. 

        I'd realized this morning that we didn't use protection, and I wasn't planning on having a kid anytime soon. 

        I didn't know about Mischa, but something told me he wasn't too keen about the idea of babies.

        "Plan B?" A soft murmur against my ear.

        My stomach dipped and I inhaled shakily before grabbing the packet. "We didn't use protection." I said under my breath as we walked towards the register.

        He hummed. "No, we didn't."

        He didn't seem to have that much of an opinion about it.

        By the time we got back to the car, my stomach was grumbling and with the hard look Mischa gave me as he drove, I knew he'd heard it. 

        Half an hour later and we were walking into a diner. Like usual, Mischa walked us to the back booth which provided the secrecy and privacy he needed. 

        The diner was nearly empty on a Friday afternoon and I suspected Pavel had something to do with it.

        "My arteries are complaining." I murmured when the waitress brought over our food. 

        Mischa was a big foodie even though he didn't have a sweet tooth, and I feared without boundaries, I would pack on pounds.

        The corner of his lips tipped. "We'll go on a run tomorrow."

        I let out a small laugh as I took a bite of my sandwich. It was hilarious of him to think I would go on a run and even comical to believe I could wake up before noon.

        As usual Mischa had finished his meal, and he was on his second milkshake while I was struggling to finish my dessert. 

        He was on his phone, typing but occasionally I caught a glimpse of those cold grey eyes.

        "You tricked me." I murmured.

         A raise of his brows but his focus was still glued to his phone.

        "You said you would tell me everything."

        He froze, his gaze was still fixed on his phone, but I could hear the small shaky breath he exhaled. "Not everything but something."

        "Fine."

        A rough chuckle. "Fine."

        My phone buzzed on the table, and I slid a glance over at the text. It was an unknown number. I picked up the phone and unlocked it to check out the message.