Page 21 of Bratva's Intern

Once in his car, Bradley asked for my address.

“Why?”

“I’m taking you home. After everything you’ve been through today, you deserve the rest of the afternoon off.”

“But I still have work to do.”

“No, you don’t. They barely give you anything to do.”

“So you noticed that too, huh? I thought I was imagining things. Why hire me on as an intern if I don’t get the chance to learn the business?”

“You can always work with me on my projects. I don’t mind.”

“But you do important stuff.”

“And?”

“I wouldn’t want to screw anything up.”

“You won’t. So, your address.”

“Are you sure Mr. Morozov won’t mind?”

“Pretty positive. What is he going to do? Withdraw your internship because you saved his life?”

He had a point. I mulled over it a bit, then finally caved in and gave him my address. “My stuff’s still at the office, though.”

“Can’t you wait till tomorrow to get it?”

“My house keys and everything are in my bag.”

“Crap, guess we’ll have to stop at the office, then.”

We drove back to the office building in silence. Several police cars were parked at the front of the building. Bradley swore beneath his breath, muttering words I couldn’t hear.

“Where’s your bag?” Bradley asked. “I’ll get it.”

I released my seat belt. “I don’t mind?—”

“Give yourself a break, Wren. I can get it.”

“It’s on my desk. Second floor, the desk tucked away in the back with the printer on it.” My job mostly consisted of copying and printing documents that the rest of the staff needed.

“Hang tight. Be back soon.”

I gazed out the window. Bradley was a cool guy. Took me right under his wing the first moment I started working, showed me around, and introduced me to everyone. The other staff members were polite, but they didn’t give me the time of day except for casual pleasantries.

Sighing, I propped my head against the door and unlocked my phone to send my roommate a message.

Wren

You’ll never guess what happened today.

Jess responded immediately.

Jess

You and your boss kissed?

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