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“And if someone was insane enough to try putting his mouth near my wife, I would behead him.”
“No. Information extraction is my job. And anyway, who could be a better interrogator than someone who’s experienced most of the torture techniques himself?”
“You are the most beautiful thing I’ve ever set eyes on,”
“And you, my little sunray, are as beautiful on the inside, as you are on the outside.”
He’s in love with me. I know it without him telling me so. It’s visible in his every single act. Why won’t he let me love him back, then?
“Because I am in love with you. Every part of you. Your grumpy personality included. Fucking deal with it.
“Tell me again,” he whispers,
“I am . . . so in love . . . with you,” I say, and the next second, Mikhail’s mouth crashes down on mine.
“Ya lyublyu tebya vsey dushoy, solnyshko,” he says into my ear. “Ya ne pozvolyu nikomu zabrat’ tebya.
“You are . . .” a soft whisper right next to my ear, “so beautiful . . . when you smile.”
“No one . . .” another whisper, “compares to . . . you.”
“I love you . . . Mikhail.”
She has no idea what hearing her say my name does to me. It breaks me and puts me back together every single time. Each touch from her melts my insides.
“If you knew how crazy in love with you I am,” I say into her neck, “you’d be scared shitless, Bianca.”
“I killed her.” He leans back in the seat and lights a cigarette. “Right after she tried to slice my neck.”
The fuck Sergei
“Don’t you dare try taking a bullet meant for me ever again,” he whispers in my ear.
“You scared me . . . so much.”
The voice continues whispering, “When you are . . . well enough . . . I’m going . . . to strangle you.”
Hihi
“I love you . . . please . . .wake up.”
“Sergei dropped by yesterday when he heard you got shot.”
“Yep. Stormed in, asked about you, told me to pass you a message, then left.”
“He wants you to text him the list of people who were involved in you getting shot so he can kill them. He said he’s free this weekend.”
haha
All the breath leaves my lungs as I stare at the delicate flower, its stem wrapped in a wide yellow silk ribbon embroidered with gold.
“I never told you,” he whispers in my ear, “that I was always your biggest fan. I still am.”
