King of the Underworld by RJ Kane

Chapter 62

Chapter Sixty-Two
Sephie
The guys stayed in the penthouse for a few hours. I managed to stay awake the whole time. Big day, indeed. They discussed business, but then switched to what I’d missed while I’d been sleeping for days at a time.
Misha was teasing Andrei for being in the doghouse with Tori again. “What did you not do this time, Bubba?” I asked.
“She’s mad at me. I was supposed to go to the house for a couple days, but I stayed here in case you woke up. We were all worried about you, Sephie,” he looked at me sheepishly.
I got up and moved beside him on the couch. I curled up next to him, hugging him. “You’re the sweetest, Bubba. You also succeeded in making sure Tori will forever ha te me, but I can’t be mad at you.” His giant arms hugged me tight.

“I’ve missed my spider monkey,” he said quietly. I laughed, hugging him tighter.
Everyone left as it got dark outside. Adrik cleaned up the few dishes in the kitchen, keeping a watchful eye on me. “Are you tired again, solnishko? You’ve been up for quite a while.”
“I’m a little tired, but I’m tired of sleeping. I haven’t done anything but sleep for days.” I stretched my sore muscles.
“We can go lie down. You might fall asleep again. You need to rest. Doctor’s orders. My orders too,” he said walking to me, his hands grabbing my hips and pulling me to him. I wanted to kiss him but didn’t want to make our two-week prison sentence any worse than it already was. I closed my eyes so I wouldn’t be tempted. “Are you okay? Is your headache back?” he asked, concern in his voice.
“No. No, I’m just trying to not look at you, so I won’t want to fu ck you. It’s not working. I still want to.” I said, smiling but keeping my eyes closed.
He cursed in Russian under his breath. “Two weeks. Just two weeks,” he muttered as he picked me up and carried me to the bedroom.
I kept my eyes closed, as it did make my head feel better. Movement was still sketchy for my brain to process. It also helped me ignore my growing desire to jump on top of him and r*p his clothes off. I felt the bed dip as he got into bed beside me. “Come here,” he said, pulling me toward him. I rolled over and felt his arms wrap around me as I rested my head on his na ked chest. His hand found its way under my shirt, lightly running up and down my back. I sighed, loving it anytime his hands were on me. “Two weeks,” he muttered as he pulled me closer. I draped my leg over his, as [ started to fall asleep yet again. I heard him curse softly. “Two weeks,” was the last thing I heard before falling asleep.
A week had passed since Misha and I were attacked. My head felt better, for the most part. I still had bruising of course and my stitches wouldn’t come out for another week. I hadn’t left the building since the attack, but I could at least go to the lower floors to visit Ms. Jackson and Mr. Turner, as well as hang out with the guys when Adrik was busy. I was starting to feel like the annoying little sister, as I followed them around, but was still unable to do anything.
We had the ball in two weeks. Apparently, it was a yearly occurrence in the city. The city’s wealthiest people would get together for some kind of fundraising prospect. Adrik told me they changed the recipient every year. This year was a children’s charity. This year was also when Adrik was being given an award from the people of the city, for his work in the city and his devotion to the people, so he had to be there. Which meant the guys also had to be there. Which
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