Page 49 of Severance
Dahlia…
Where is she?
My eyes hastily search the room, but it’s empty. I’m alone and there are no traces of Dahlia. Taking a deep breath, I get my hands back, flat on the bed and I exhale as I push upward.
As I struggle to sit up, the bedroom door opens and closes in one fluid motion. A younger guy steps inside and stops a few feet away from the bed. He looks to be early to mid-twenties, clean-cut and well put together. From his Valentinos to his expensive tie, he’s dressed in all black.
Who the fuck is this guy?
Only large pockets lined with cash buy clothing that nice. He’s young, it’s either old money or dirty money. A scowl forms on his face as he glares down at me with his dark eyes. His features are dark, hardened and dangerously sculpted with the precision of a skilled artist.
This guy isn’t a joke. It’s clear that he’s fucking dangerous, but what could he possibly want with me?
He took Dahlia.
“Where the fuck is she?” I demand, cutting my eyes at him.
The guy ignores me and pulls out his phone and taps on the screen before holding it up to his ear. “He’s awake.” His voice is smooth with a European accent, but it’s cold and detached. Without another word, he ends the call and slips his phone back into his pocket.
“Luca sent you, didn’t he?” I demand, raising my voice slightly. Struggling, I push up farther, breathing through the burning sensation spreading across my chest.
“Lay the fuck back down,” the guy barks at me as he towers over me.
“Tell me where the fuck she is!” I yell at him. “Tell me what the hell you did to her!”
“Jesus fuck,” he mumbles as he shakes his head at me. “She’s not here.”
“WHERE DID YOU TAKE HER?!” I scream at him as I ignore the pain and lurch forward at him. My body barely moves and I’m left in an awkward position, half hanging off the bed.
The door opens in a rush and another guy steps in, looking almost identical to the first one, only younger and dressed in an Armani sweatsuit.
“What the fuck, Alek?” he barks as he pushes past him. “You’re not supposed to fucking provoke him!”
Groaning, I try to move back onto the bed and the guy appears beside me, wrapping his arm around mine. Lifting me up, he helps position me on my back in the center of the bed.
He plops down on the mattress and turns slightly toward me. “I’m sorry, my brother has very shitty bedside manners.” He gives me a small smile as he holds out his hand. “I’m Dr. Volkov, but you can call me Nik.”
Russian. That explains the accent.
What did Luca do to piss off the Russians now?
Glancing down at his hand, I look back up at him with a hard stare. “I don’t give a fuck what your name is or what I can call you.” Clenching my fists, I take a deep breath. “Where. The. Fuck. Is. She?”
Nik runs a frustrated hand through his hair as he turns to face his brother. “What did you tell him?”
“Nothing,” Alek replies indifferently as he crosses his arms over his chest. His expression is void of any emotion as he stares back at his brother.
Nik turns back to me and smiles. “She’s perfectly fine. Not a pretty little curl on her head is out of place.” His smile should be warm or comforting, but there’s something off about him.
Doctors take an oath to do no harm, but he gives off a vibe that he does more harm than good.
Rising to his feet, I ignore the wound on my chest and move with him, grabbing his arm tightly as he stands next to the bed. Using any strength that I have, I pull him toward me, but he doesn’t miss a step.
“I want to see her,” I demand as he leans down. “Now.”
Staring at me with the same fucking smile, he shakes his head lightly. “No can do, bro. She’s not here right now, but I’m sure she’ll be back soon.”
My grip on his arm tightens and his eyes light up as his smile widens. “I’m not your fuckingbro,” I seethe. “Where is she?”