Page 52 of Innocent Bratva Twins

“I can fuckingseethat,” he growls, turning his back on me.

So hecansee. He does understand.

Why the hell is he so angry at me then?

“Nico,“ I say, stepping towards him with my hand reaching out to touch him, but I stop when he turns. The look in his eyes is dark and terrifying.

“Put these files away and close that search. This is not your job, and you should leave it alone. Focus on what you are paid to do,” he snaps, glaring at me. His eyes are cold. He’s flooded with rage, and I don’t know why he’s angry withme; I’m the one who found it, I’m the one who can help him look deeper into what’s happened and help him solve it, but instead, he’s telling me to back off.

“I can help you,” I say quietly, embarrassed and self-conscious of the way he’s looking at me as though I’ve betrayed him.

“I said,leave it alone,” he snaps again. Then he turns on his heel and storms out of the boardroom, leaving me in shock and confusion.

My chest is so tight I can’t breathe.

That is a side of Nico I never wanted to see.

Tears spring to my eyes, and I fight hard to keep them away.

Crying at work is the last thing I need now.

I’m embarrassed enough as it is from how he reacted to me; I don’t need to add being caught crying in the boardroom like a child to the list.

I hurriedly brush my hand over my face and take a deep breath.

Fine.

None of it makes sense, but he asked me to leave it alone, so I will.

At least he knows. That’s what matters more than anything.

I’m sure he’ll do his own investigation either way.

I’m chewing the inside of my cheek while I put the files away, broken down and unmotivated. My heart is aching in my chest. Perhaps it’s better to leave dinner for another night.

I can’t imagine he’d want to come over tonight after this.

Once the boardroom is cleared and the files back where they belong, I pick up my laptop and carry it to my office, closing the door behind me because I want to work in privacy.

My emotions are all over the place, and I don’t feel like dealing with any of my co-workers.

I’ll finish the files that are my responsibility and leave the rest to whoever.

The day drags on.

I’m distracted and miserable.

Every time I hear someone walking past my office door, I hold my breath, hoping it's Nico coming to talk to me.

Every day, he’s in and out of my office.

But not today.

At lunch, I decide to escape the claustrophobia that’s growing heavier by the minute. Tugging my office door open, I glance left and right. He’s not around, so I bolt towards the elevator, in a hurry to leave without being spotted.

Nicole’s eyes are on me, though. “I’m heading out for a coffee,” I say, to avoid any curiously.

“We have coffee in the office,” she says blandly.

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