Page 35 of A Sinner's Virtue
“You need a doctor, Dom,” Marcel calls out after him.
“I need to get my fiancée out of here,” he counters.
I’m about to suggest we do both, get a doctor and get the hell out of here, when two visibly angry Russians storm inside. “Zoe, we need to go.”
I know these two guys, Ivan and Kon. I also know I’m not going anywhere without Marcel. “I’m good,” I tell them.
Kon glances from Marcel, back to me again. “We need to get you out.”
“I’m taking her home. You two can follow,” Marcel chimes in.
Ivan looks Marcel up and down, his face twisted in disgust when he says, “We don’t take orders from you.”
“Yeah? How about you call that boss of yours and explain to him why you’re standing around a fresh crime scene arguing with me instead of letting me get his daughter out of here?” Marcel takes my hand and storms past them. “Get in my car,” he tells Dom. “I’ve got the doc meeting us at Zoe’s.”
Without argument, Lucy and Dom climb into the back of Marcel’s SUV.And I turn to see two very displeased-looking Russians behind me. “I’ll meet you guys back at my house,” I tell them.
“You should come with us, Zoe,” Ivan says.
“I’ll be fine. I’m calling Mikhail now.” I offer him a tight smile while pulling my phone out of my pocket. As soon as the car door closes, I dial Mikhail’s number. I know if I don’t let him know what just happened, I’ll never hear the end of it. And I’ll have more than just two Russian shadows following me around. I’ll end up with a whole damn army.
By the time Marcel pulls into my driveway, I’ve managed to convince Mikhail that I’m okay and don’t need him to fly back out here. Or at least I think I have. Truth is, I wouldn’t be surprised if he ends up on my doorstep in a day or two.
“I’m sorry.” I turn in my seat to look at Lucy and Dom.
“This isn’t your fault, Zoe,” Dom says.
“Lucy?”
“Yeah, sorry. It’s okay. It’s just a scratch. The doctor’s going to patch you right up, Dominic,” she says.
“Yeah, just a scratch, babe. It’ll take a lot more than someone’s bad aim to take me out.” Dominic laughs.
“Like a bee?” Marcel questions.
“Not funny, Marcel,” Lucy groans.
“I thought it was.” Marcel cuts the engine and we all climb out of the car. There’s an older man waiting at my front door. I’m assuming he’s the doctor.
I grip on to Marcel’s hand as we approach. I’m doing my best to hold my shit together. I was just shot at—well, I was in a restaurant that was just shot at. Who were they even aiming for?
I look to Marcel and notice a few fresh scrapes on his face. “Were they shooting at you?” I ask him.
“I honestly don’t know, babe. But I’ll find out,” he says before extending a hand towards the older man. “Doc, thanks for coming.”
I unlock the door and usher everyone into the living room. “I’m going to make tea,” I say, excusing myself and walking out. When I get to the kitchen, I’m not surprised to find Mikhail’s men already standing there.
“You sure you’re okay, Zoe?” Kon asks.
“I’m fine,” I tell him. “Did Mikhail call you?”
“He did.” He nods.
Guess that’s that then. I’m stuck with these two for the foreseeable future. There’s no point trying to fight Mikhail on this his protectiveness. Although I’m certain that tonight was simply a case of wrong place, wrong time. It has to be, because the idea that someone out there actively wants to hurt Marcel isn’t one I care to entertain. Even if I do understand the likelihood of that happening in his line of work, I’m choosing to stay firmly footed in the land of denial right now.
Chapter Fifteen
She should have been home half an hour ago. I’ve been sitting in her room, on this uncomfortable-as-fuck chair for two hours, waiting for her. I don’t know what’s keeping her and it’s starting to send me into a spiral.
