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Chapter Six

Chapter Six

Nothing had been resolved between Dimitri and I last night. He had heard me out though so I wouldn't push him. But the amount of Vodka and the little sleep I'd gotten was kicking my ass this morning. I was antsy so Eddie, Luka, and I were going down to the older gym no one used anymore. I had to meet with Tasha in a few hours and I could use to hit something before then. Or else it may be her.

But when we walked into the gym we were hit with a sight I hadn't wanted to ever see. What made it worse was knowing it was my fault.

Dimitri was pounding a punching bag, the stuff inside was spilling out onto the floor. He had blood dried and fresh on his hands. And on closer inspection I could see he was still in what he'd been wearing when I'd seen him last. He must have come straight down here and obviously never left.

I walked over to him and touched his arm, but all that did was cause him to turn on me. Luka and Eddie came up behind me fast, but I had already used his momentum to take him to the floor. I could see it the second he realized who had put him on his ass and he just went still beneath me.

A few tears pooled in his eyes and slid out as I helped him up. Eddie and Luka were now doing their stretches across the small space, but kept a close eye on the two of us.

" Let me help you home. Please?" He nodded and we turned to leave. Luka ran over though and Dimitri tensed beside me.

" Do you need me to come?" He asked cautiously.

Dimitri's fist balled up causing more blood to run down his fingers.

" No I've got this covered, I'll see you later."

He nodded and went back to where Eddie was standing. Eddie gave me a small nod letting me know I had this. The walk back to Dimitri's apartment was quiet. He was brooding over something or maybe everything. When we got to his door he let us in.

" Where is your first aid kit?" I asked finally breaking the silence between us.

He pointed to the bedroom as he grabbed an ice pack from the small freezer. I walked through his room and into the bathroom. I had been right in my assumption yesterday. With the first aid kit found I returned to the kitchen to take care of his hands.

I was cleaning up the mess I had made as Dimitri watched me. He'd watched me the whole time I had cleaned out and bandaged his hands. They hadn't been as bad as I'd feared. All of this silence was driving me crazy.

" Who is the guy at the gym?" It had been so quiet his voice had startled me. It took me a full minute before I could answer him.

" That's Luka Volkov." I said placing stuff back in its place in his first aid kit. I remembered how anal he was about it.

" He is of Russian descent?" he mumbled loud enough for me to hear.

What would that matter? I just nodded because I couldn't see the point in the question, so I just continued to put his kit back together.

" Does he make you happy?" he asked quietly.

I stopped what I was doing and looked at him. Now I knew where this line of questioning was going and I found it funny. I couldn't laugh though, that would be the wrong thing to do right now.

" What are you getting at?"

I couldn't help myself. I wanted him to tell me so that I could reassure him that nothing was going on there.

" Well last night he stood ready to protect you, and just now he didn't want you to come with me alone." He said sounding hurt.

" Yeah well that's what he is paid for." I said a little bitterly. This was a sore subject. Always.