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Still, it made no difference.
Chapter 38
Katja~
I wasn’t sure what time it was, but when I finally woke up from either a nap or a twenty-four-hour recovery session, I felt worse than I’d had when Klive had shot me. My entire body was sore, and I still felt beyond exhausted.
As I sat up from the bed, I noticed that Maksim’s cat hadn’t moved an inch, and it still floored me that Maksim Barychev had a cat as a pet. When I thought about men like Maksim, I pictured Rottweilers and Doberman Pinschers as suitable pets for members of the bratva, not a conceited feline.
At any rate, I managed to make my way to the adjoining restroom, and though it took quite an amount of effort, I was able to undress myself, then get into the shower. Granted, there hadn’t been much to undress after Maksim had removed my ruined clothing, then had slipped an over-sized t-shirt on me. Of course, that didn’t leave me with much to wear after this shower, but I honestly didn’t care. My main priority was to get home to my grandfather as quickly as possible. Whether Maksim had spoken to him or not, I knew that he was going to have lots of questions that only I could answer.
After taking my shower, I put my underwear back on, then went in search of a clean shirt and some shorts or sweats. I also didn’t care that I might be invading Maksim’s privacy by looking through his drawers. At this point, there wasn’t a whole lot of consideration that he deserved from me.
Once I was dressed in another t-shirt and a pair of joggers that I’d had to roll up and adjust the waistband, I left the room in search of Maksim. When we had arrived earlier, yesterday, or whenever it’d been, I hadn’t had a chance to look around, but now that I was walking around freely, Maksim Barychev had a very nice home. Whatever he did for the bratva, it was very profitable.
When I finally heard some voices breaking through the silence, I headed their way, and that’s how I found myself in Maksim’s kitchen, and in it were Maksim, Avgust Kotov, and a blonde too beautiful to be real. She looked like she belonged in a Barbie box, her blonde hair falling elegantly around her shoulders, and her blue eyes as bright as crystals. If she was Samara Kotov, then Avgust Kotov was a very lucky man.
As soon as Maksim saw me, he rushed over, his hand reaching for my waist. “What are you doing out of bed, lyublyu?”
“I needed a shower, and I’m hungry,” I answered tiredly.
“Then you should have called for me,” he replied, clearly annoyed with me.
“I was able to manage,” I drawled out as he led me to one of the kitchen chairs. “Lochlan did a good job of wrapping my leg and fingers.”
“That’s beside the point,” he bit out.
“I’m hungry, Maksim,” I sighed. “If you want to fight, then you’re going to have to wait until I’ve eaten something.”
“Why don’t you two go get us some Romero’s?” the blonde suggested. “I find that I could probably eat a little something myself.”
“You are a horrible liar, Razh,” Avgust said. “However, if you wish us to leave, we can do that.”
The blonde grinned. “I wish you to leave, though I am serious about Romero’s. While it’s past dinner time, you can grab me an order of pizzelle cookies for dessert.”
In absolute amazement, I watched Avgust Kotov walk over to the blonde, kiss her on her forehead, then ask, “What would you like from Romero’s, Ms. Volkov?”
“I…uhm, I don’t know their menu,” I admitted, Romero’s way too expensive for my pocketbook.
“Then I will bring back a little of everything,” Maksim said. “Whatever you do not like, we can offer to the guards.”
“Thank you,” I muttered for lack of something better to say. It was obvious that the blonde was in charge, and I didn’t know what to make of that.
As soon as Maksim and Avgust left the kitchen-but not before Maksim kissed me on my temple-the blonde took a seat across the table from me as she introduced herself. “Hello, I’m Samara Kotov.”
“Didn’t…didn’t Mr. Kotov call you Razh?” I asked like an idiot.
She grinned. “It’s his nickname for me. It means rage, and he’s been calling me that since high school.”
My brows shot upward in surprise. “You’ve been with Avgust Kotov since high school?”
“It’s a long story, but I did meet Avgust and Maksim in high school,” she answered. “In fact, I’ve known them all since high school.”
Knowing that she sent the men off for a reason, I finally asked, “So, are you going to tell me why you sent the guys to go get dinner when I could have just had a sandwich, Mrs. Kotov?”
She grinned again. “Firstly, please call me Samara. Mrs. Kotov is my mother-in-law, and though I adore her, I’m just not that formal. We get along wonderfully, and as long as she’s alive, then she’s the one that should be addressed as Mrs. Kotov.”
“What do the guards and other people call you when they have to address you?” I asked, slightly curious as to how Avgust Kotov would feel about her casual familiarity.
