Page 40 of Unbreakable Vow

“Where are the administration offices?” I ask when we’re on the elevator.

“On the first floor. But I’m not sure who will be here, it’s already three o’clock on a Saturday.”

I nod and squeeze her hand. “I’m sure someone will be around.” Or someone that can find who I need. I don’t really give a fuck if I have to drag someone from their fucking house and get them down here. This is being taken care of today, and without delay.

“What are you doing?” She tugs on my hand when we’re out of the elevator and I head down the hall following the arrows for the administration offices.

“I’m taking care of this.” I only release her hand so I can open the door when I find the office I want.

A man in a polo shirt and khaki pants turns around from the filing cabinets.

Filing cabinets!

Who the fuck uses paper files anymore? No wonder we couldn’t get any more information about her mother other than what floor of the building she resided on. They haven’t gone electronic.

“Sergei. Wait.” She tugs on my suit jacket when I step in front of her.

“Are you the administrator for this place?” I demand.

He finishes chewing whatever he’d shoved in his mouth before I barged in and slowly nods.

“Well, one of them. C-can I help you?” He wipes his hands on his pants and swallows hard. “Is something wrong?”

I pull out a card and thrust it at him.

“I’m taking Marion Christenson out of this place. I will have a medical transport team here within the hour. I want her ready to be moved.”

“Uh.” He looks at the card, his eyebrows rising as he realizes who I am. “I’m sorry, Mr. Petrov. I’m not sure we can do that. I mean, there’s paperwork for that.”

“No,” I state. “This is her daughter, and I’m her son-in-law. My team will transport her and all of her belongings. I would suggest you have your nurses or whoever the hell works here gather her stuff so it’s ready when they arrive.”

“Sergei. Wait. What are you doing?” She tugs harder.

I grab hold of her hand and squeeze. A silent message for her to let me deal with this first. She tries to get out of my grasp.

“She’s not staying here,” I say more for Cora’s benefit than this prick. I point at him. “One hour.”

He swallows again and nods. “All right. One hour. We’ll have her ready.”

“Good.” I pull Cora from the room and lead her back down the hall and past the older woman who’s gawking at us as the front doors slide open.

“Where are you taking her?” Cora asks, hurrying her steps to keep up with me.

“She’s coming home,” I say. On the way to my car, we pass the Denali. I stop short, and she runs right into my back.

“You have to stop doing that,” she mutters, rubbing her nose. “It’s like walking into a fucking wall.”

I look down at her with a raised eyebrow. “I don’t like that word when you say it.”

She rolls her eyes. “Seriously?”

“Yes. Seriously. When have you not known me to be serious?” I ask.

“Fine. I won’t say fucking.” She folds her arms over her chest.

“Good.” I point to the damage on the Denali. “Were you hurt?”

Her lips squish to the side. “Sorry about that. I’ve never driven anything so big before.”

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