Page 64 of Cruel Russian Pakhan
When we finally pulled apart, both of us breathless, Lev grinned.
“Let’s get out of here before Martha’s neighbors call her complaining about the couple making out on the sidewalk.”
I giggled.
He opened the door for me. “Let’s go to the park and get some ice cream.”
“Sounds perfect.”
After, we walked around the park, happily eating our ice cream and chatting. Then, we found a bench and sat down. Once again, Lev pulled me into his arms, and no matter how many times he did that, I knew I’d never stop loving it.
“Today was perfect. Thank you,” I said, resting my head on his shoulder.
“You’re welcome. But,” he replied, then paused.
I glanced up at him. A playful smirk tugged at his lips, but the heat in his eyes gave him away. “But what?”
“I know something else that would make today even more perfect.”
“Really?” I teased. “You spotted a taco cart in the park? Because I love tacos.”
He leaned in, his lips brushing my ear, and his deep voice sent a shiver down my spine. “We could absolutely get you tacos, and you can stuff them with anything you want. But make no mistake, Katya…when we get home, I plan on doing some stuffing myself.”
I blinked at him, then burst out laughing. “Well, since you put it so eloquently…let’s get going.”
I grinned and stood up, but the world spun violently around me. My hand reached out instinctively, grasping at the air, only to find Lev’s. He wrapped his arms around me, steadying me with a firm yet gentle touch.
“Are you okay?” he asked, concern lacing his voice.
“I…I don’t know,” I admitted, swaying slightly. “I feel nauseous and lightheaded all of a sudden.”
“Come on,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to the top of my head. “Let’s get you to the car.”
Chapter 21 - Lev
By the time we got to the clinic, Katya was asleep again. I gently nudged her awake and helped her inside, where we were immediately given a room.
I’d brought her to one of the clinics we protected in the area, the kind of place where our men got treated, no questions asked, no reports or records filed.
A nurse came, asked Katya a few questions, and took some blood samples. When she left, Katya dozed off again almost immediately.
After we left the park, she said she was fine. Hungry, even. It was around three, and neither of us had eaten since seven that morning, unless I counted the coffee and ice cream.
We stopped for burgers and fries, nothing fancy, just greasy comfort food.
But after eating, she suddenly gagged, clamped a hand over her mouth, and bolted for the bathroom. I was glad she ran into a family restroom and not the women's, making it easier for me to follow.
I held her around the waist as she emptied everything into the toilet bowl.
When she was done, she was, of course, embarrassed. I helped her to the sink, watched as she rinsed her mouth and splashed water on her face.
We stood there for a while, saying nothing. I stayed behind her, my hands still lightly on her hips, while hers pressed against the edge of the sink.
Then her knees buckled.
I didn’t hesitate. I caught her and carried her out.
Now, as she lay pale and still in the clinic bed, I couldn’t shake the unease crawling up my spine.
