Trey - Shandi Boyes Page 0,72
the last time I heard him has up and vanished. He sounds pissed. “Perhaps Hunter is wrong. Wouldn’t be the first time he’s tried to steer you in the wrong direction.”
Nikolai’s growl rumbles through my chest. “I went through the records myself. This is the only anomaly.”
There’s a short pause before Nero asks, “Did Justine decipher what it says?”
Justine? That’s another name I’m not familiar with.
The ripples of a chin being lifted fans my face. It isn’t as sore as it was days ago, but there’s no doubt I’m busted up. I can’t even lick my lips because they’re too swollen for my tongue to pierce through them. “It says, I have Ana.”
Ana. I work the name through my head a handful of times, struggling to work out if it belongs to one of the many whores at Clarks. It sounds familiar, but that could have more to do with the fact it’s an ordinary, everyday name. Everyone will eventually run into an Ana at one stage of their lives.
“Oh shit,” Nero breathes out in a heavy groan. “That’s what K called her sister. She barely made any sense since she was speaking a foreign language, but that word stuck out.” He either scratches his chin or his head. They’re both hairless, so they make the same noise when being rubbed. “Do you think K was the one who told Alexei about Clarks?”
I don’t know who the fuck K is, but I hope she’s picked a good hiding place. If she didn’t, she’ll be dead by the end of today. Second only to Vladimir, Alexei is Nikolai’s number one enemy. Just him knowing the location of Clarks will throw up a ton of challenges for Nikolai.
The thought alone should give me plenty of incentive to wake up.
I just need my fucked-up head to get on board with my plans.
“Hey.”
This time around, there are faces with the voices.
Many of them. It’s as if my brothers brought Clarks to my hospital room. We’re just missing a jacuzzi tub full of whores.
“How are you feeling?” Nero asks before he nudges his head to the door, commanding for Eight to fetch the nurse. “I wouldn’t touch them. The nurses treat you like a pin cushion every time you pull them out.” He places his hands over mine, stopping them from moving for the cables, wires, and IV lines poking out of several regions of my body. “If you stick around for longer than five minutes this time around, they might consider loosening the shackles.”
“Good morning,” says a bright, bubbly voice as she bounds into the room like she isn’t a lamb being sent to slaughter. The nurse in light blue scrubs has the eyes of over a dozen murderers on her, yet, she acts like she’s just walked into a gay bar. “I’m glad to finally see you’re back with us.”
“Finally?” I cringe at the high-squeak of my voice. Even before my balls dropped, my voice was never this high-pitched. “How long have I been out?”
My eyes almost bulge out of my head when Nero answers on the nurse’s behalf, “Ten weeks.”
After wordlessly checking she has everything covered, Nero frees my hand from his grip then moves to the corner of the room to make a call. I hear him tell Nikolai I’m awake before his voice is gobbled up by the nurse pushing buttons on a heap of monitors at my side. She takes my blood pressure, checks my pulse, flashes a torch in my eyes, then paces my way with a long glass thermometer in her hand.
“Bend over, Trey. It’s time to take your temperature,” Eight jokes from his station in the corner of the room, rousing both the men surrounding him from their half-asleep state and the nurse’s cheeks.
I give him a stern glare, warning him to shut the fuck up before opening my mouth at the nurse’s request. While she watches the red mercury in the thermometer rise, I scan my eyes over her name badge pinned to her enticing chest. Her name is Kendall.
“K? You’re K?”
Smiling, she pulls the thermometer out of my mouth, jots down my temperature into my file, then drifts her eyes to mine. “Sorry, what did you say? I couldn’t hear you through the thermometer.”
“K? Are you called K?”
I rip the cords off my chest when they advise of my skyrocketing heart rate. My pulse isn’t thudding in my ears, but I feel seconds from having a heart attack.
“No, I’ve never been called K.” Kendall