Ruthless (BOOK III) COMPLETE

CHAPTER 9

HAYDIN

Work was a drag! Normally I am always cheery at work, but I guess I just miss Dmitry's presence. A woman sat down in front of me, smiling at me. "How can I help you?" She started picking her nails. "Oh I don't know, a coffee, maybe a tea, that Italian you're seeing." I stood there, frozen. "H-how—————-."

"You're a supermodel duh." I let out a sigh of relief. "Oh. Right." I went back to wiping counters down. "But I'm quite curious," she leaned over the counter. "Do you know what kind of man he is?" I raised an eyebrow. "He's the son of a billionaire?" The girl laughed, and I mean full on laughed.

"You are so gullible dear Petra."

"My names Haydin, not Petra."  She smirked at me. "Is that what they call you? Man these Americans these days." She mumbled something in a different language. Russian maybe? "Who are you and what the hell do you want?" By now I was getting scared. "Allow me to introduce myself, I'm Emma and I'm your sister."  Everything went black around me.

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DMITRY

Dad, Kaiden Camden and I all looked at each other. "What did you just say?" Dad stalked towards him slowly. He feared for his life. "Sh-she's not dead." Dad choked him up. "You know I could snap your neck right here right now." The man's face turned blue. My phone rang in my pocket. I ignored it the first time, but then it rang again.

"What is it?" I grew impatient.

"Dmitry this is Mildred, Haydin's boss. She was just taken to the hospital." I looked back at dad who had a knife in his hand. "I'm on my way." I cut the call, and looked back at dad. " I have to go, do nothing with him until I'm back." I ran up the stairs, and out the door. I got in my car, and sped off towards the hospital. I pulled in and jumped out, running in the building. "I'm looking for Haydin Strauss." The lady looked at me, scared. "A-are you immediate family or-------."

"Figlio di puttana, listen here lady I need to see her now." I slammed my fist on the counter, causing her to jump.

"Dmitry?" An older woman came walking towards me. "Mildred?" She nodded. I looked back at the receptionist who was still shaking in her chair. "Puttana." I followed behind her, in hopes of finding Haydin. "What happened?" She sighed. "She passed out in the diner, hit her head, nothing too major, but she insisted that she sees you." We stopped in front of a door. "Go on in, her parents will be here shortly." I nodded, and opened the door. Haydin laid in the bed, breathing softly. "Cara mia, are you okay?" She turned her head to look at me, a faint smile on her lips. "Hi.. yes I'm okay." She sat up, wincing a little. I closed the door, and sat next to her, taking her hand in mine. "What made you pass out?" She sighed, and took her hand out of mine, fiddling with her thumbs. "That's what I wanted to talk to you about..." I raised an eyebrow. "A woman came in the diner earlier today and started asking questions about you, and she wanted to know if I knew what kind of man you were, and what you did," my heart started beating out of my chest. "She called me Petra, and said she was my sister, but I don't have any sisters, I'm an only child." This brought questions to my mind. She looked up at me, and I can see the question in her eyes. Don't ask. Don't ask. "What do you do Dmitry..."