Let Me In-Dragan's Tale: The Mikhailov Brothers by Amanda Hough Page B
Authors: Amanda Hough
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Sergey took a drink of coffee and plowed head first into the rest of the story. “Babe, Dragan says Toni’s mom had some trouble last night. He ended up with Toni at the ER.”
“What kind of trouble,” I asked.
Sergey shook his head. “Don’t know details, baby. Just that he got Toni home and cops and a squad were there. They admitted her mom. Dragan t ook Toni to work this morning.”
I rolled my eyes. Toni and her damn secrets. “What the hell?” I groaned and went to my phone on the counter. This was classic Toni. Crap falls down around her ears and she won’t reach out. It’d been like this for a couple years now and I was done.
I poked out her number on the keypad and waited.
“Sup?” was her reply.
“What the hell’s going on with your mom, Toni?” I replied.
There was a silence and a deep exhale before she spoke. “Evie, everything is cool. She took a tumble. I told Mikhailov not to—”
I interrupted. “I don’t care what you told Dragan. You should have called me. What’s happened? Is she out of remission? Talk to me Toni!”
“Mikhailov came. You were sick. And I don’t want to get into this on the phone. I have everything under control. And right now I got customers waitin’ for me.”
Shit, it was Sunday so Toni was at the Booth early. “Well, I will be there in 30 minutes. In between customers you are going to tell me what’s up with Patsy. What time is Rosa in today?”
Toni groaned. “She just walked in with Dragan. She looks upset. Let me call you back, okay?”
Standing, I walked out of the kitchen. “Don’t bother. I’m on the way to the bar now,” I answered and disconnected before she could reply.
I went into the bedroom and got my socks and shoes on. I was brushing my teeth again when Sergey came up behind me.
“Baby,” he said into my neck. “What’s up?”
I rinsed, spit and replied, “I don’t know Sergey. I knew something was going on with her and I assumed it was about Dragan.” I turned into his chest and enfolded my arms around his middle. “I’m so damn wrapped up in my own life; I didn’t consider it was Patsy.”
He kissed the top of my head. “Dragan said her mom got a pretty deep cut to the arm. And she broke her leg in a fall. He said the doctor at the ER wasn’t optimistic.”
“I bet you anything the MS is out of remission.”
“Dragan said Toni wouldn’t share details.”
“That’s Toni,” I re plied and took his face into my hands. “I’m sorry to mess up our first Sunday with Nico. But I need to go to her.”
He kissed me then. “You’re not messing anything up, baby. Let’s go to your girl. Do what you gotta do to help her. I’ll be right there with you if you need me.”
“Oh, honey… you don’t have to come with me.”
“Oh no!” He shook his head. “Babe, you were sick last night. I’m with you today. Now get those fucking tight pants off. I don’t want other men looking at that ass.” He wrapped his arms around my middle and slid his hands down to cup my butt cheeks. Squeezing them, he groaned. “This ass is mine, Evie.”
I smiled and kissed his jaw, his chin. “Yes, sweet pea, it is.” I rubbed my face into his chest. “Love you honey.”
He grinned, his eyes sparkling emerald green. “I love you, baby,” he whispered into my hair.
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
THREE FUCKING JOBS
The Dragan
Something smelled amazing.
Rosa and I had just come from my attorney’s office. It was done. I was a business owner.
It was eleven in the morning and the Booth had at least five dozen people scattered around tables and at the bar. An odd combination of drinkers and caffeine fanatics. Toni had a pot of coffee, pouring the hot liquid into a mug in front of an elderly man. His back to me.
When she heard the door, her eyes took in Rosa and me and she frowned. In her other hand was a cell phone which she said a few words into , and tucked into the back pocket of her jean skirt.
Sergey took a drink of coffee and plowed head first into the rest of the story. “Babe, Dragan says Toni’s mom had some trouble last night. He ended up with Toni at the ER.”
“What kind of trouble,” I asked.
Sergey shook his head. “Don’t know details, baby. Just that he got Toni home and cops and a squad were there. They admitted her mom. Dragan t ook Toni to work this morning.”
I rolled my eyes. Toni and her damn secrets. “What the hell?” I groaned and went to my phone on the counter. This was classic Toni. Crap falls down around her ears and she won’t reach out. It’d been like this for a couple years now and I was done.
I poked out her number on the keypad and waited.
“Sup?” was her reply.
“What the hell’s going on with your mom, Toni?” I replied.
There was a silence and a deep exhale before she spoke. “Evie, everything is cool. She took a tumble. I told Mikhailov not to—”
I interrupted. “I don’t care what you told Dragan. You should have called me. What’s happened? Is she out of remission? Talk to me Toni!”
“Mikhailov came. You were sick. And I don’t want to get into this on the phone. I have everything under control. And right now I got customers waitin’ for me.”
Shit, it was Sunday so Toni was at the Booth early. “Well, I will be there in 30 minutes. In between customers you are going to tell me what’s up with Patsy. What time is Rosa in today?”
Toni groaned. “She just walked in with Dragan. She looks upset. Let me call you back, okay?”
Standing, I walked out of the kitchen. “Don’t bother. I’m on the way to the bar now,” I answered and disconnected before she could reply.
I went into the bedroom and got my socks and shoes on. I was brushing my teeth again when Sergey came up behind me.
“Baby,” he said into my neck. “What’s up?”
I rinsed, spit and replied, “I don’t know Sergey. I knew something was going on with her and I assumed it was about Dragan.” I turned into his chest and enfolded my arms around his middle. “I’m so damn wrapped up in my own life; I didn’t consider it was Patsy.”
He kissed the top of my head. “Dragan said her mom got a pretty deep cut to the arm. And she broke her leg in a fall. He said the doctor at the ER wasn’t optimistic.”
“I bet you anything the MS is out of remission.”
“Dragan said Toni wouldn’t share details.”
“That’s Toni,” I re plied and took his face into my hands. “I’m sorry to mess up our first Sunday with Nico. But I need to go to her.”
He kissed me then. “You’re not messing anything up, baby. Let’s go to your girl. Do what you gotta do to help her. I’ll be right there with you if you need me.”
“Oh, honey… you don’t have to come with me.”
“Oh no!” He shook his head. “Babe, you were sick last night. I’m with you today. Now get those fucking tight pants off. I don’t want other men looking at that ass.” He wrapped his arms around my middle and slid his hands down to cup my butt cheeks. Squeezing them, he groaned. “This ass is mine, Evie.”
I smiled and kissed his jaw, his chin. “Yes, sweet pea, it is.” I rubbed my face into his chest. “Love you honey.”
He grinned, his eyes sparkling emerald green. “I love you, baby,” he whispered into my hair.
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
THREE FUCKING JOBS
The Dragan
Something smelled amazing.
Rosa and I had just come from my attorney’s office. It was done. I was a business owner.
It was eleven in the morning and the Booth had at least five dozen people scattered around tables and at the bar. An odd combination of drinkers and caffeine fanatics. Toni had a pot of coffee, pouring the hot liquid into a mug in front of an elderly man. His back to me.
When she heard the door, her eyes took in Rosa and me and she frowned. In her other hand was a cell phone which she said a few words into , and tucked into the back pocket of her jean skirt.
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