Chapter 12
CHAPTER
TWELVE
Sia
I flinched as steps approached me.
I gripped the porcelain bowl.
A phone screen slid in front of my face next, and I didn’t bother reading it before flushing the toilet. I wiped my mouth.
The phone screen hovered in front of my face again. “You okay, kid?”
Val had first asked that before I threw up. After all, she was the one who led me to the bathroom.
I mean, she knew I wasn’t okay.
My eyes averting from her, I got up, and when she tried to help me, I shrugged away. I grabbed Polly instead. Val had taken her leash so I could vomit.
Val started to type something on her phone again but, once more, I didn’t bother reading it.
I just wanted to get the fuck out of there.
Maxim
Val was silent with her approach, but I always heard her.
I heard everyone.
I couldn’t not turn off my senses sometimes, and I continued cleaning knives as she raised her hands. I liked my tools thoroughly clean even if I hadn’t used them.
I ignored Val’s signs beside me before I asked, “Where’s the girl?”
Val smirked. “I put her in a car home,” she signed, and I returned the clean knife to its appropriate place. Val forced her hands in front of me. “And her name’s Sia.”
I was well aware of the girl’s name. Val lingered at my side, her hands folded. She clearly had something to say but wasn’t saying it.
“Is there something else?” I dared her. It wasn’t her job to question me.
Val shook her head but, regardless, raised her hands again. “ You could have just fired her if you didn’t want her around. ”
Annoyed at being questioned, I growled. I lifted my hands. “ What I did was necessary. ”
Mostly. Sia Reynolds had no place here and definitely not in my life. She was a foolish little girl with foolish emotions, and I had no time for little girl crushes. She clearly had one on me, touching herself…
My grunt low, I strode across a clean floor. Gleb was quick with his men and moved the traitor’s body on to the next phase. We disappeared people here after getting information. We did through my other places of work.
My network of funeral homes was the perfect cover for the Brotherhood. It’d been my idea to use the facilities for tortures and body disposal. The Bratva owned half the funeral homes this side of the state thanks to me.
Val started to sign again, but I started first.
“And it’s a good thing I don’t care about your opinion. And you should get back to work.”
The anger that emanated off her I could visibly see, but I gave zero fucks about it. Again, it wasn’t her job to question me.
Val put her back to me, but signed over her shoulder. “ She’s not a part of our world. ”
Then she stalked off, acting like a child herself. Perhaps my head of security was getting too attached to the girl who worked in my home.
I faced my knives, well aware Miss Reynolds wasn’t part of our world.
That was exactly why what occurred here tonight had been more than a gracious favor.