Page 35 of Triplets for the Russian Boss

“Don’t worry, I peel him away every once in a while, so that he can eat.”

I laugh. “Perfect.”

“Anything else you need?”

“No,” I say, letting out a sigh. “I guess that’s it.”

“Take care of yourself, please,” she says. “I mean it. If you’re mixed up with some crazy shit, you’re going to regret it.”

“I’m not,” I assure her. “You don’t need to worry.”

“Okay, bye, Bonnie. Call me again soon.”

“I’ll try to call tomorrow.”

“Okay.”

“Bye.”

I turn the phone off, cringing as it lets out a loud chime. Jesus, I thought I had turned the volume down. This thing just doesn’t want to give up on alerting Kostin that I have a contact on the outside.

I wrap the phone with my clothes, when I take them off, hoping to muffle the sound if it decides to make any more. Then, after adjusting the temperature to something no human being should put their skin through, I step into the steamy shower to wash away the stress of the day.

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