King of the Underworld by RJ Kane

Chapter Two Hundred Thirty-Nine

Sephie

Andrei, Misha, and I were still laughing at each other when we walked up to Ms. Jackson’s door. I half-expected her to hear us coming down the hallway, but I still had to knock. She opened the door, just as excited as always that I’d brought eye candy for

her.

“Oh my, you brought me two today. You really do love me, child,” she said as I hugged her. She stepped back to let us into her apartment. That’s when I noticed Giana sitting at her kitchen table. One glance at Ms. Jackson told me that Giana had put her up to this. Misha cursed under his breath beside me. This should be lun.

I felt both Misha and Andrei put their hands on the small of my back, like they were ready for Giana to attack me. I could barely keep from laughing at that thought. I knew they were just being protective. They really were quite good at their jobs. They looked down at me, both had questioning looks on their faces. “We don’t have to stay, gazelle,” Misha said in Russian.

Ms. Jackson looked at Misha, answering in Russian, “at least give her a chance. She’s trying to make things right, at least give her a chance to do so.” She crossed her arms across her chest and gave him a stern look that dared him to argue with her.

He cursed under his breath, but didn’t argue. I did notice that both Andrei and Misha stayed closer to me than they normally would have in Ms. Jackson’s apartment. I smiled to myself knowing they felt so protective of me in such a minor situation. We walked further into her apartment. Both guys stepped in front of me, partially shielding me from Giana. I wasn’t quite sure if they thought she was going to come at me or if they were worried I was going to have a go at her. It could go either way, really.

We walked to the kitchen table, but I didn’t make a move to sit. I was happy to hear her out, but I also wasn’t going to go out of my way to be nice to her. I’d already tried that route and it got me here. Giana looked up at both Andrei and Misha. I couldn’t see their faces, but I was sure it was obvious they were angry. Giana asked, “do they both need to be here?”

long enough, Giana. You know I don’t go anywhere without them,” I said, flatly.

by speaking Italian so they couldn’t understand. Ms. Jackson, who didn’t know I could understand Italian, looked to me then back at Giana then back to me. Misha had to tell her quietly that

so much knowledge about that drug and what it does to the people who take it that I thought you were an addict. You don’t understand. In my family, addicts are the sc

on her. “Are you asking me for the truth now? Or are you just sorry that you got caught judging me unfairly?” I could feel my anger starting to rise. Her apology was weak and she was still not taking ownership of her actions. “Or are you sorry that having Armando,

to know the truth,” she said quietly,

sure about that, because the truth won’t make you feel any better about this situation,” I said. The guys both recognized the edge to my voice and tensed. Giana didn’t say anything, she just

is that I was forced to live with my uncle after my m om died suddenly. He was the addict, not me. I learned about the effects of that drug to survive his repeated beatings. I learned how to wait it out long enough that the drug would make him pass out so I could lock myself in my room, hoping desperately that I would survive the night. I know all about the signs to look for when someone is on that

my scars so they can judge me unfairly the same way you have. You see, I’ve dealt with people like you since I was a teenager. Those who find out the truth still find ways to look at me differently, but it’s not because of me. This isn’t on me, Giana. This is all on you and why you feel the need to try and tear me down to make yourself feel better, because that’s exactly what you’re doing. You just haven’t realized that there’s nothing bad you can say to me that hasn’t already been said. You’re allowed to think whatever you need to about me to make yourself feel better, but do not, under any circumstances, expect me to continue to be

were wide as I talked. Misha had quietly reached down and grabbed my hand as I was talking. He knew I was angry. but he also knew I never wanted to have this conversation in the first place. Giana was too stunned to talk when I finished. Andrei looked at her, saying, “that’s not even half of what she’s been through in her life. She’s survived things that I’m not sure I could’ve survived. She’s also been nothing but nice to you since you’ve

to the door, while Misha put himself between the door and me. Andrei looked through the peep ho le, then back to us, a small smile on his face. He opened the door to reveal a worried Adrik at the

that crept across my face. “You felt me get angry, didn’t you?” I asked, in Russian. He nodded, pulling me to him. He looked at Giana at the table, a new look of worry on her face since he arrived. He looked back to me, saying, “well, at least I know why you were angry now. I did not expect her to

didn’t either,” Misha said. I could still

then finally to Giana. “We’re done here,” he said in English as he pulled me

lips crashed into mine as he pressed me against the wall of the elevator. We could hear both of them laughing at us, but I didn’t care. This time, I didn’t realize how angry I was until he kissed me and I felt it subside. The doors dinged, signaling our arrival to his office floor. He broke the kiss, catching his breath. Andrei