Page 144 of His Prince
“You cannot stand up yet. You are too weak. Like a woman,” Nina says, and I glower at her, but my displeasure is just ignored.
No one listens to me anymore. Everyone just defers to Angel.
He’s the boss now.
I guess he always has been.
The mere thought of him warms my heart, my fierce prince, my beautiful Angel. The way he saved me, the look on his face, the glint in his eyes as he held that gun and pulled the trigger.
I’ll never forget what he did for me.
He was willing to die for me.
I’m glad he didn’t. I’m glad I was the one who took the bullet, even if I’m grumpy about it now. It’s just that I hate being told what to do.
Unless Angel tells me, and then I can manage.
“If you want that romantic dinner set up for tonight, you need a bath and a shave. While we do that, Felix and Gael will make sure the room looks nice.”
“I can do it myself,” I grumble, but she just swats at my arm as Georgiy helps me stand up. The minute my feet hit the ground, I nearly crumble. Well, fuck. I need to start walking more, moving about. The little I do winds me, but I refuse to let myself shrivel into nothing.
I’m going to keep working until I’m back to the way I was.
“I see the determination on your face. But do not get too determined or you will end up bedridden again,” Georgiy mutters.
I don’t reply, just let him lead me to the bathroom where I see the tub filled with bubbly water. With a flick of my wrist, and a little help from Nina, I divest of my clothes and sink inside of it.
I really need to start working out again when I’m cleared to do so.
And fuck…
I really want to sink my dick inside my husband. Sadly, he’s not interested in helping me out. I think Georgiy has something to do with that. He’s killing the mood.
Literally.
Angel is treating me with kid gloves, but I’m not a child. I’m a man. A feeble man at the moment, but one nonetheless.
As I wash my body, the bubbles floating lazily on top of the water, I lean my head back and close my eyes. I’ve spent so much time in bed, my mind playing back what’s happened over the past month. I can’t quite believe it sometimes.
Daniil. Mila. The two of them in cahoots, trying to take me down, fucking with my money and my mind.
Unfortunately, a piece of me still misses Daniil.
I wish he had chosen me and not her. I was loyal and would have given him the world. I did, actually. I allowed him in, loved him like a brother.
But he betrayed me. I didn’t expect it from him, never would have believed it if I hadn’t seen it with my own eyes. But that night, at the restaurant, Angel by my side, I felt Daniil’s disdain for me. He hated me. I don’t know how I missed it, how I was so ignorant, but I was.
And now I’m left trusting almost no one.
It’s one of the reasons I’m having the tunnels filled in. I don’t want anyone else in Katarina’s family to come after me, using those passageways to get to me or Angel. I’ve also increased security around the perimeter of the yard with extra guards, barbed wire, and electric fences. If anyone attempts to get through, they’ll die trying.
I’ll protect Angel—my family, my heart—just like he did for me.
“You wanted to speak to me.” Ivan’s voice rings out through the bathroom, and I peek an eye open at my brother.
“I asked to speak with you three hours ago.”
He huffs in annoyance. “I was busy.”