all of the men who were here a short time earlier are gone now.
A grunt and the sound of something being hit draws my attention to the right corner of the room, where I see Roman landing some hard hits against heavy sandbags. Yet another difference between Ivan and him. Ivan isn’t nearly as violent and angry as his brother is, and I wonder why? Why is this man is so angry at everything?
I walk over to him, stopping once I’m only a few feet away. I know he can see me, there’s no way he can’t, but that doesn’t mean he has to pay me any attention and weirdly, that seems to make me angrier.
“I don’t know what happened between you and your brother, but if you don’t help us, he is as good as dead. They already found us once. They going to kill him and then…” I scowl, trailing off, as he lands another hard punch against the bag. With every hit, he grunts. Sweat drips down his face, soaking his thin cut-off cotton t-shirt.
“I don’t owe you or him anything. He got himself into this mess, and it’s not really any of your fucking business what happened between us. My anger with my brother is mine alone, and just because you’re riding his dick doesn’t mean I have to tell you a fucking thing,” he snarls, not even looking up from the sandbag.
I blink, taken aback by his rudeness. I know I shouldn’t be surprised, not after hearing him talk just a short time ago, but I am. He’s so cruel, violent, and uncaring. It oozes from every pore of his body.
“Well, I don’t care to know what happened between you two. I just wanted you to know that it wasn’t your brother’s fault. I begged him to help me get out of there, so if you’re going to be mad at someone, then be mad at me.”
I cross my arms over my chest as he lands another punch on the sandbag before stepping away from it and looking up at me. His eyes are a blue-gray that pierce straight through me, holding me in place. In a flash, he’s in front of me, anger marring his features. He might be handsome if it weren’t for the permanent scowl on his face.
“Hate to break it to you, sweetheart, but I was mad at my brother long before you came the fuck along, so while it’s heartwarming that you give a shit about that bastard, don’t try and fix something that was broken a long fucking time ago. This ain’t about you, or what he did for you. This is about him.” He turns, giving me his back, but I’m not done. Now that I know Ivan is going to be okay, I want to make sure everything else is, too. And that includes whatever is going on between the two of them.
“Is it about what happened to Mira?” As soon as the words leave my mouth, I regret speaking them.
Roman stops dead in his tracks and turns to look at me. Fury flickers in his eyes, and the hairs on the back of my neck stand up.
“What did you say?” He closes the distance between us with one large stride and before I have the chance to backpedal away from him, his hands are on me, his fingers biting into the flesh of my arms, holding me in place.
“Don’t say her fucking name,” he growls in my face so closely I can feel his hot breath on my skin. He’s terrifying now, his body looming over mine, sucking the air straight from my lungs.
“I’m sorry,” I whimper, and he releases me with a shove that sends me stumbling backward and away from him.
“Don’t bring up shit you know nothing about. Now get the fuck out of my face before I do something my brother won’t forgive me for.”
I turn around and run back into the medical room with tears glistening in my eyes. I try and hold them back, but I can’t. I can’t believe this man is Ivan’s brother. This cold-hearted bastard. Ivan is alone in the room when I enter, the other two guys having vanished. I walk over to the side of the bed and clutch onto his hand, needing his closeness. I never should’ve gone out there and tried to talk to Roman.
“What did Roman say to you?”
“Basically, he isn’t going to help us. What are we going to do now? Where